I was walking up Knocknarea (Mountain in County Sligo), where I know the Good Folk ride. Two friends and I climbed up to see Maeve’s Cairn.
It was just before sunset, and we had quite an adventure coming back down a steep slope in the dusk.
Suddenly, about a third of the way down, I looked up and standing right in front of me was a handsome young man in tweeds.
“You’ve been up to see Maeve then,” he said with a nod.
“We have,” I answered with a smile, my two friends just behind me.
He nodded again. “She’s a grand girl.”
“That she is,” I agreed and both of us moved on.
Seconds later I turned to comment about him to my friends, only to find that he was gone.
There were no trees, no bushes, nowhere to hide on that section of the mountain. And yet in the matter of seconds he wasn’t there.
I do have to say that if all Fae look like that, they’re quite the nicest looking beings I’ve met. 🙂
Eileen – United States.