Blanket of Fog in Blackmoor

N’Mara stopped in a shop and changed her clothing to better cover her. While the foggy chill didn’t affect her as it did living beings, she did not wish to be conspicuous. Thus covered again she looked around the new area. It was dark out even though she had just been in a sunny warmth.

The trees seemed to reach down out of the dark sky and grab at her. A thick fog crept along the ground. After tripping over the uneven stones she couldn’t see through the fog the first couple times she slowed her walk and picked her way along the street more carefully.

The shops and town had an old almost abandoned feel. And yet was brimming with life. Small groves of trees lined the streets and guarded the small cemetery at one end of the town. As she passed she noticed a pale form kneeling in the graveyard.

She paused and stared trying to see the figure more clearly. It was a pale fae. She was talking softly to the grave in front of her, dressed in what appeared to be an old harem outfit. Near her on the ground was a small instrument. N’Mara supposed she must be one of the performers. She turned and continued down the road, leaving the fae to her private grief. Blackmoor Fae

So brief note, I wrote the story while at work and thought I remembered a cemetery in Blackmoor. Then found out when I went to take pictures that I was wrong. But this candlelit area had a memorial type feel so I hope it works just as well. 🙂

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