Over the misty mountains cold [OPEN]

Mimora had taken to wandering around. She was usually apathetic to pretty much everything, but the situation they were all in was just too much to sit still, even for her. And the magic was all different. She was wondering exactly how different it was, especially when it came to her own. Her ability to feel water had been muted, but she could still sense the massive amount of mist out in the ruins. And so she headed over, deciding it would be something she could test her magic with. As she practiced pushing and pulling the mist, feeling for changes in her ability, she heard a bird screaming. She imediately hopped into a fighting stance, not sure what kind of scary birds could be out here. Mimora Every thorn has its rose