Misty Mountain is opposite of Rainbow Cliff. Mists hover year-round at this high altitude, mistaken by some to be thin clouds. Thin layers of snow cover the mountain, making some areas slippery and hazardous.

Some think it romantic, a place to bring their mates, while others come to play and romp. However, all must agree that there is some level of mystery and spookiness hovering about with the mists...

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Mist hangs thick and veils her surroundings, slightly cooling against the otherwise heated surroundings. It was almost as if she were walking through a daydream, or caught up in some sort of mystery. Exploring these new lands that had opened up before her was something that she was just simply called to do, she was called to seek and to find, as the rust and tawny maiden had always dreamed of fairytales, and it just so happened that this place looked like one.

If she would even let her imagination get the better of her, she might even think that this was some sort of mystical veil to cover up something wonderous. Something like a land way to beautiful to ever lay her eyes upon, or maybe that mystified true love that her parents seemed to hold between them. She's too shy to merely seek such desires for herself, as she is simply and softly content with mere exploration of her surroundings. The sun's rays were faint through the mist as if trying to help her see, but she is in no rush to get anywhere anytime fast.

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