"Wait for me!" he shouted, his voice a bit shaky. He ran back as fast as he had run away before, his boots drumming a frantic beat on the soil until he skidded into the fog to join everyone.
"Incredible!" Cissel was the first to comment, reaching out to touch the fog vapour. "The fog… It looks nicer, that isn't a dark or grey like before. It's now close to white, like milk."
"It's a degree of colour known as #FAF9F6, or widely known as Off-White!" Elena said, her voice dropping into a lecture-like tone. She looked like an expert in the field of colours. When the others gave her a flat look, she huffed.
"What? I need to know the most famous colour codes, so I won't pick the wrong ones for my clothes! Do you even know how many grades there are in white alone?"
