InsaneJournal

Milo could've sworn when he set out for his walk that he had been able to actually see where he was going. Surely he wouldn't have gone anywhere at all otherwise. If he were being honest with himself, though, he knew he likely would have still gone out. It was just fog. How bad could it be? His hypothetical scenario would've included such a question, and now he knew the answer to said inquiry. Pretty damn bad. Milo would've sworn if he spoke, though there was a definite grimace of irritation on his face as he attempted to navigate his way through the gardens. The paths were obscured by clouds of thick fog, however, which meant he made a lot of stumbles over loose twigs and debris. Had anyone been around, and really they could have been and he just wasn't aware, they would have marveled at his ability to sound like a stampeding elephant in the forest.

Ironically, such obvious noise was something he could really use at the moment. He kept startling himself as shapes appeared in the corners of his vision, each time making Milo think a person had come out of nowhere. He was tense as he squinted through a particularly dense cloud, wishing not for the first time that he could actually hear. He'd kill to know he wasn't alone out here. In the darkness. Unable to find his way back easily.