Mornings in Valley Delluna were often misty. Early mornings, especially. Sometimes it was so thick you couldn't see the sun rise. On these mornings the Mist Spinner were saddle-up her crab tree with her spinning wheel and bobbins, and set out in search of a spot that had a good clot of mist. Then she would sit down and begin to spin.

It's all very well and good to want a dress spun from morning mist, but if you want to purchase the genuine article you must be prepared to pay the Spinner handsomely, for it is no small feat to spin the mist into thread. But everyone likes the Mist Spinner; even if you don't want her product, she does help make the mornings sunnier.

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It's a very cold, very misty morning as I post this, and I would be happy to employ the Mist Spinner to make things a bit sunnier over here. Sadly, she is busy elsewhere.

Colored pencils on 8.5"x9" illustration paper. Appears on page 122 of my Black Book. Art, character, and related prose © myself.