Stone Circle Start of something good

Grayday was worried.

It was a time of joy, to be sure. He paced alongside Adeline on the way there, dull eyes tracking her movements for signs of discomfort or fatigue - he didn't have anything better to do, didn't feel like talking, had no room in his train of thought for the words of others. Worry for Amber still plagued him, interrupted only by worry for Adeline. The latter concerns were assuaged when they reached their new home and the girl seemed, to his eyes, no worse for wear, but he could not help but think about how very far from Silver Creek they had already been, and how much further they were, now.

But the sun was warm, despite the chill that was coming quickly to the land, and while these stone pillars had a strange sense about them, East Hollow had none of the ghosts or demons that'd plagued them at Silvertip. It would be good to them, he decided. It would be good for him.