Day 113,

Mists are out this morning.  Apparently that means no class today.  No parent wants to risk having their kid get lost in the misty streets and wandering around until nightfall.  Makes for an awkwardly stilted start to the school season, but it is what it is.

Heh, “it is what it is.”  What a strange thing to say about shades of the dead rising from supernatural mists twice a month to drag anyone they find down to the underworld.  How easily the fantastical becomes mundane when you encounter it on a regular basis.  How neatly a horror becomes an inconvenience once you learn how to easily and consistently avoid its danger.  At one time the villagers’ matter-of-fact attitude toward mist nights struck me as uncanny, but the longer I live here the more sense it makes.

It occurs to me that while I’ve spent a few mist days in the Village proper before, I’ve not gone mist giant watching from here.  I wonder if I’ll see any out over the sea.

Going a short ways away from the library, I managed to find a good vantage point from which I could (theoretically) in the mists’ thinner moments see over the lower half of the Village and out to the water.  Over the course of the next couple of hours I saw no figures over the water, but I did faintly make out a roughly humanoid shape towering over where the island with the old castle would be for several minutes.  I wonder, are these giants of the mists, like the shades, impeded by water?  Or is it merely a coincidence drawn from an insufficient number of data points?   I’ll need to do more observations of the mist-covered sea sometime.

As bad an idea as it probably is, a part of me now wants to go mist giant watching from Priscilla’s island.