The gentry ride on the mists of winter…

It was in a mist the Tuatha de Danaan, the people of the gods of Dana, or as some called them, the Men of Dea, came through the air and the high air to Ireland….

From the north, the gentry ride upon waves of mist to fight against those that fight against them. The mist is a sign of fairy hosts riding upon the air to take flight and cause mischief.

It might be one of the big reasons why I love the mist so much~ right now, the fog is so thick I can’t see the parking lot outside. Its neat


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