Over the misty mountains cold [OPEN]

Mimora flinched the moment she looked through the magic viewer. "Yup... May not be able to see out of this eye for a bit," she responded, holding a hand over her eye. The mist was practically nothing but pure grey magic, and powerful stuff too. To those who were able to see it, it was painfully blinding. "It's almost like the mist is just raw grey magic," she informed the birdman, removing the bow from her head to wrap around the one side of her face as a makeshift eyepatch. "I feel bad for those who can see magic all the time if they have to look at this," she muttered. She noticed him looking at the stone curiously. "If it weren't blinding out here I would let you try it out. Find me later for that I guess." Mimora Every thorn has its rose