(Amaia)
What was that? Is it mist?
The white misty kind of fog surrounds us, the same kind I felt in the dungeon, too, but vampires have that power naturally.
My thoughts get interrupted when I hear the wounded howling of Ramian's wolf. It's like something is choking him or the multiple selves of him.
Several thuds tell me they had dropped on the ground from their mid-air attack, without reaching us.
Is the mist poisonous? But I feel completely fine, even my eyes don't hurt. I stand there blinded by the mist, the hair on my nape prickling.
Zevran's fur brushes against my arm in assurance, as if letting me know he is near and I have nothing to fear.
The fogginess slowly evaporates and my eyes adjust to find Zevran standing by my side. He has saved me by diverting the attack. My hand instantly reaches towards his fur and fingers comb through the side.
I can swear I hear him purr under my touch. The stupid heart overflows with multiple emotions.
