Reyata smiled, wondering why it was that just being with her friends made her feel better, dismissing the thoughts of the odd fog outside. There was nothing she could do about it anyway after all, and she wanted as many warm memories of her friends as she could get. Few people realized the price exacted by having an elf's long life, especially when surrounded by the shorter-lived races as she was. She would be cursed to watch her friends age, and eventually they would not be there any longer...<br/><br/>She shook her head wondering why she kept trying to drag her usual happy mood down so. It was unusual for her to brood with such dark thoughts. She idly wondered if the fog had not affected her more then she thought possible...<br/><br/>"I can't imagine what could be keeping him. I hope nothing happened bad on his watch, but surely if it had an alarm would have been raised by now. Gara, I can't imagine what would lead you to the waters edge on a night like tonight, but what did you observe? Was it just the chill and the quiet?"