[ As it happens, Peter isn't the only one wandering the forest. The difference is that Eliot is doing it with purpose, scrounging up plants and roots that are buried beneath the snow. He's getting pretty good at this foraging thing and almost regrets not doing more plant based magic courses at school. Hindsight is, of course, twenty-twenty.
He's in the middle of pulling up a stubborn weed when he hears the voice cry out. Eliot thinks at first it's the fog playing tricks again, sending voices that aren't really there, trying to lure you in. But this one seems to carry on the wind differently than those, from a direction decidedly not where the fog is. ]
Hey - [ He calls back, hoping the person can hear him. ] I'm here - I'm coming for you.
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He's in the middle of pulling up a stubborn weed when he hears the voice cry out. Eliot thinks at first it's the fog playing tricks again, sending voices that aren't really there, trying to lure you in. But this one seems to carry on the wind differently than those, from a direction decidedly not where the fog is. ]
Hey - [ He calls back, hoping the person can hear him. ] I'm here - I'm coming for you.