Asyrion

Fae froze when suddenly a thick mist made her visibility field as good as gone. She was a fool. There were people in terrible danger and she didn't move a finger! She closed her eyes and wished her wings could make her fly away. But she wasn't a good winger*, she couldn't fly, only flutter. You couldn't even call it flutter. It was more like moving her wings and get a few inches from the ground.

But it was not the moment for such thoughts now, she had to help people, though she couldn't see. She never was in such trouble before. She always searched for danger, but danger never found her.

She decided to wait until the mist was gone.

*Someone with wings