Good g r i e f all Gráinne Grace wanted to do was go outside and take a walk across the snow laden grounds but she couldn’t. Opening the door to the castle she just watched as the looming mist waiting for anyone to venture into it. ”I don’t trust you, fog” she muttered as she looked around hoping that maybe just maybe Aoife would be around. She’d know if this had anything to do with the mythical Féth Fíada right?

Were they under the magic mist…did people even see them here? She wondered for a moment as she debated venturing out into the clearly forboding mist. “you don’t scare me” she lied, as she just stood there watching and waiting for the mist to creep forward once more.