Happy Thoughts (0.2.4)
When the wall of fog arose on the horizon Mistral was on the prow of the S.S. Grey, dressed down to athletic wear and drilling Eskrima katas with feverish intensity. The meteoric iron blade she called ‘Défaiseur’ sang with every lightning-quick slash, thrust and parry against invisible opponents. At last she concluded her training and stared off into the fog as she daubed away the sweat with a cloth, then left the top deck.
Mistral found the others near the supply cache they’d collected for the journey, and said, “We are near now to the crossing into Pan’s realm, dans l'heure. Within the hour. Is all in order? All that we mean to bring is here?” She circled the bundled collection of supplies, including rations of water, food, synthetic blood and other necessities, and ensured she had the sympathetic items for Doctor Lennis on hand, as well as the full arsenal of cold iron weaponry provided by Vulcan. Satisfied, she said, “I will shower and change, then will be ready to depart. Now all that we require is the pixie dust. Niri... où est-elle?”
Seeing that Argentus’s little companion was nowhere to be found, Mistral cast her senses about the ship and surrounding waters, but came up short.