foggy veil

Screw being the Winter Knight. Before everything else, I was a wizard.
So I flicked my wrist, whispered, “Obscurata,” and vanished behind a veil.
My veils aren’t much good compared to the grasshopper’s, or almost anyone else’s, really, but when you’re standing in a giant fog bank they don’t need to be very good to make you effectively invisible—and I know how to move very quietly. I wouldn’t have trusted them against one of the Sidhe, but Fix wasn’t one. He was a changeling, with one mortal parent and one fae one, but except for the Summer mantle, he was as human as the next guy.


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