Apr 16, 2016 2:11 pm
The glowroad reflects a surrounding fog back at Heyop -- the light from the rod reflecting and scattering off the foggy particles unhelpfully. The air around Heyop is pleasantly cool -- but not moist. Standing, wondering about his sanity, Heyop considers his training. Has Hethan ever mentioned something like this? But, though he wracks his brain, nothing steps forward into his consciousness to explain what is going on.