Tag: Scots folklore

The fog was descending, creeping in from the mountains and cloaking the lake in a heavy mist.  Pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders, Birgitte looked up to the darkening sky and smiled.  “We should probably be heading in soon,” she said, though her voice held no hint of actually believing it.  “It will be night before we know it, and there’s sure to be some talk or trouble if we’re too late.”