Trent lay back peacefully on the cab, bottle in his hand with maybe two mouthfuls left in it, feeling nice and fuzzy inside. When Lee hollered at him, Trent lift his head up and grinned at Lee, "Ya snooze ya lose buddy!" He tapped the bottle against the roof and went back to laying down. His ears picked up the soft musical notes of the Mist being used and turned his head to watch in awe as Zimmy did what Zimmy did best. She floated in the sky and with each drop of her magic he heard the pitch and tone of the song the Mist sang change and become louder. As she glided across the ground it had been like the beginning of a string quartet, into the air sounded like trumpets and when she set off her magical fireworks, the Mist's music was drown out by light and fanfare. He clapped and laughed in turn as she hit the ground, knowing full well they could all take a hit like that, get back up and not have to worry about Theta getting on them for healing.

Speaking of, "OI! Theta! I'm only what an inch taller than you!" It was massively delayed and his head swam when he pointed mockingly at her in horror. "Galahad and I could possibly summon the spirits," he continued as if he hadn't missed a few minutes of time whilst he indulged himself with Gideon's alcohol. "I wouldn't want to know what would answer though... speaking of which..." He slide down the truck's windshield, off the hood and laughed like a little kid the whole way down. He grinned stupidly at Galahad, bowed mockingly to him and stepped away. Taking a deep breath of the crisp clean air, he listened intently for how you could always find the Mist. Notes to a song he didn't know the words too. Notes that he couldn't describe even when he had wanted to. Perhaps that was why he liked hearing this groups stories. Where they were from, how they became who they are, because this song felt old to him and it wasn't even near the end of it.

Stepping away slowly at first he drew his hands to the sides and let himself dance. If the other's teased him for this, he'd claim it was the alcohol, for now he danced to the music only he could hear. It didn't have steps to it, he just moved with it, weaving in and out his hands moving around him pulling at the notes to help him keep beings out with ill intention and yet still allowing his friends in and out if need be. To make sure this was better understood by his magic as he passed out wards he'd dance back into where the truck was. He brushed Gideon's shoulder and listened to his quiet note for a moment, he traced Lee's eyebrow and grinned with his eyes closed at him. He tapped Theta's temple and did a few quick steps away from her, Daryll he poked his sides trying to get a chuckle from him as he went. He passed by Setzer and didn't need to touch him to hear his note, the note he was most intrigued by resounding in his head as he moved and danced away again. Last he dipped backwards to Zimmy's still prone form and ran his forefinger up her spine laughter still in his voice.

Their tones didn't harmonize. Some of them had the same feeling to them, whilst others clashed against the general sound they emitted singularly as a person. He couldn't put his finger on any of them, but he enjoyed their sounds. He wanted this warding done, so he pushed himself towards their sounds and the sounds of the area. From the cries of the woods which to him had the sounds of a flute playing slowly, to the burnt out lodge that had a harp tune playing it's melancholic tone for anyone who would listen. He dipped, skipped, and just fell fully into his being that could hear the sounds around him. He loved it, and was terrified that he would never come back from it. Dead for having burned himself out.

He continued this for a bit, just dancing around to the music he could hear knowing Galahad was probably right behind him, making some excuse for his sudden touching of everyone. Trent had only told Galahad about how he perceived the Mist. A symphony that didn't feel complete, like pieces of it where missing in his head and it bothered him. At the Citadel he could hear the song of their Bonding Crystal so clearing it drown out almost all other noises, so he had turned to Galahad for help in getting his magic reigned in. He didn't regret calling the other Teacher when they were alone. It made things interesting and if anyone asked Trent, he would say Galahad was wasted on being a warrior.

Coming back around to where he started, he could feel the sweat covering his body and shivered even though he felt warm. He sat down by the fire and the others and lay on the ground. He was breathing heavy and trying his damnest to get the music to go back into being background noise. He'd wait here, in the grass, for Galahad to help him get it out of his head. Lee would notice too and probably drag him over to the other's as well. Unless he was already drunk and passing around bottles of booze. He stared up into the sky, silly grin on his face, listening to their sounds resonate with each other and was glad Zimmy had invited him to join their group.