‘Floral dew and sunlight breathing over a still meadow. As the sun rises and falls on this scene, each violet, iris root and leaf beckons in your new destiny. It is said that when you see mist it means the elves, or Dísir, are close. Sweeping across a meadow in bloom as they dance, deciding our fates, curling between every wildflower and clinging to petal and foliage alike as dew.’ – L:a Bruket
