[Whether the busyness is a good thing, Roxas, depends on whether it means potential interference will be careless - or more alert. Mercury, at least, is alert; the moment Roxas gives the warning, her head snaps in the direction of the noise, she gives a sharp inhaled breath of her own, and she's quickly out of sight as if she'd vanished.
She hadn't. But there's a clingy mist and fog suddenly in the air, as if the very breath of her hiss had conjured it, that makes it difficult to notice exactly where she's gone...]
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She hadn't. But there's a clingy mist and fog suddenly in the air, as if the very breath of her hiss had conjured it, that makes it difficult to notice exactly where she's gone...]