Ari blinked, a momentary look of confusion upon her face at the exchange between Reya and Gara, catching the unsaid words that hung in the air between them.  Sometimes she wondered if she was the cement that held the group together, seeing as how even at the best of times there seemed to be a palpable tension between the pair.  She sighed, silently.  Like oil and water, they seemed.  She put that thought away for the time being, Reya's words making her sit up and take notice.<br/><br/>"What fog?  I haven't had a chance to get out all day and no one said anything about any fog."<br/><br/>Craning her neck, she looked out of the window at the deeping shadows.   Reya might not notice a lot of things, but she did have an uncanny knack for 'feeling' when something wasn't right in the natural world.   Her elven heritage, Ari supposed. If she said something felt wrong, then there was likely to be some truth in it.  She suddenly wondered exactly what it was that had her Papa so stirred up.<br/><br/>