Skye would be quite aware that haze is only visible to those with mage sight or maybe other supernatural senses the general public don't seem to notice it, now if the yare affected by it or not is another question entirely and would require scrutiny of the public to determine.
Witch takes on the persona of a carefree circus attendee as she approaches the man in charge as he spins tales of flickering lights, snuffed torches and ghostly appropriations. He snares the audience with words of wicked, warped reflections of malign moving manikins and half alluded threats of very real danger should they stare to closely and draw the ire of the spirits that make the circus their playground. All things she as an awakened knows can be be real, could be the cause here. But how much is the skill of a spin doctor's sale pitch and whole much is a man laughing in the face of the unaware with truths better left in the dark.
The youths look around for the source of the dread and horrid sounds finding nothing a few seem to be genuinely spooked and it has certainly knocked their bravado down a few notches. Except for the one holding the knife he seems determine not to look like what .. .weak? .. afraid? ... he some mediocre point to prove that much is certain. And he seems to be the one who has retain enough situational awareness to hear the arrows mumbling. "Talk? Nah mate, cut you up maybe that what I'm thinking might be a good time." A particularly and unnecessarily violent response all things considered.
The voices that squeezes his brain and brushes against his mind in almost loving but repulsive sensation, continues just for him. "Bored? Not exactly, but I do not wish to be here, that is certain. Free me from the hands of these sleeping things if you would. Then perhaps we can converse more readily."
Delatdream Witch
Skye LadySin
Asclepius Jombot