Honeyed Pasture If you strip away the myth from the man

The creature in the mist revealed itself. A woman, dark of color. He stilled for a moment, thinking it was his wraith come to meet him, but he settled when he saw the red on her ruff and back, and the color of her eyes. I would hope not! He laughed. The stone swung back and forth in its receptacle with his chortles. Apologies for being disappointing.