Eventually, the group reached a section so thick with fog that even the Wisps' glow dimmed to faint halos. The mist pressed against their faces, swallowing sound and sight until even their own outlines blurred.
Roxy halted. "I can't see a thing. We must be near the middle of the forest."
"Guess that means we're halfway through," Rox said, though his grin didn't quite reach his eyes. The silence and damp air gnawed at his nerves. Still, he saw his chance and took it. "Sooo… should we, uh, hold hands so we won't get lost?" He flashed a hopeful grin at Evie. "You know, just in case?"
Evie blinked, confused. "What?"
Before he could dig himself deeper, Roxy's voice sliced through the mist. "What do you mean hold hands? What are you, five?"
Rox's face fell, lips jutting forward in mock sulk. "I just meant so we won't get separated."
"We won't," Ragnar said flatly. "Look at the ground. You can still see the stream."
