He whipped a rock across the pond. “Nice! Seven skips.”
I grabbed his arm, “Let’s go. We’ve disturbed them.”
“The fish?” He laughed.
I glared. “The fae.” 433 more words
Fairy lore and beliefs here in the Ozarks has its origin in the folklore and traditions of the Scots-Irish settlers to the Appalachian Mountains. It was in these mountains and hills that the traditional European belief in the “Fair Folk,” “Good Folk,” “Gentry,” “Little People,” etc. 489 more words
I’ve written this blog in two posts as there was so much information to impart and I thought I would do this in more manageable chunks – not to mention that all those photos, photo credits, and videos were beginning to make my head spin! 1,417 more words