<strong>Time:</strong>Early Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Far North-East Corner of the Map (near 12 and 13)<br/><strong>Interacting with:</strong>No one yet!<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Jason Milo character introduction<br/><br/><br/>Jason Milo, a leanly pale youth who looked a little younger than his age, stepped from the mist into the village and his pale eyes widened in wonder at what he’d discovered. Glancing back, searching the swirling mists for signs of his sister and seeing none – not even a shadowy outline of her form, though she’d been right behind, he frowned.<br/><br/>“Sis?” he called softly, and then again louder. The mist seemed to reflect his shouts, ricocheting them within until the words became nothing more than a low murmur. A shot of panic startled the young man into action and he ran back into the mist, heedless of whether or not he might collide with his lost sister.<br/><br/>Only to find himself running back *out* of the mist and into the emerald, forested hills (North East). Frowning, confused, he started to shout again, but a sudden sense of calm washed over him. It was as though the world around him had grown into sharp focus, the beauty and welcoming sensation of being present overwhelming his fear, his doubt…anything at all. His family, currently on vacation not too far from where he and his sister had gone exploring, became a wistful memory, neither unpleasant – despite what his disciplinarian father had done to the boy on this trip – nor poignant. The memories still existed, but they simply did not *matter* so much now.<br/><br/>Exhaling, his expressive if thin lips twisting into a wry smile, amused at his own consternation, Jason allowed joy to flood through his body. The boy wore large, baggy khaki pants with several spare bottles of water (the region was known to be hot and human, so his mother had required extra care!), and a form fitting white polo t-shirt that suited his long torso well. Hints of sweat ringed beneath his arms, now quickly evaporating as his high-tech shirt whisked the moisture away. It was as though the landscape within the fog were the perfect temperature, not too dry, not too humid. Just warm enough to need no clothes to be comfortable, not so hot that he would continue sweating.<br/><br/>In other words, perfect for exploring.<br/><br/>Standing on his tip toes and moving around the boughs of what appeared to be some sort of fruit trees, regularly spaced on the green ground, he thought he spied some sort of stone structure directly to his south. To the west he thought he could see another stony space, although he couldn’t quite make it out. Intrigued, he almost stared out to inspect them both – but the memories of his sister, more poignant now that he was so relaxed, more tempting too, kept him from moving quite yet.<br/>