This time seeming to accept the hand which she was offered far more willingly than she had beforehand, the fingers of the fox slipped into the grasp of her fellow femme with a mix of intrigue and confusion, and once more did it seem that the world around her began to swarm with white mist. Or was it?
What is…? Almost feeling as if what she had first perceived to be whirling fog instead almost looking like something or more accurately somethings which seemed like distinct entities following together as one, for a moment those emerald eyes seemed to make out the shape of something wearing a white hood and cloak among the throng, but as quickly as it appeared so too did it seem to melt away. Sufficed to say this only seeming to bemuse the brunette all the more, those long lashes seemed to flutter with confusion as she thought that she saw something which looked like a blanched form of a reaper, but in a moment it was gone and instead, just like before, she found herself somewhere new entirely.