Stone Circle this strange weather pattern inside me takes hold.

Clary felt something... different today, as she lay upon an outcropping rock tucked a distance away from the towers of Stone Circle. The skies overhead rolled overcast, thick with the promise of more snow. Even now, lazy flakes drifted to meet the earth and spread a fine dusting over the slate of Clary's back.

She rested as still as the rock, her only motion the slow drawl of her eyes across the distant hills, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. The girl couldn't place the strange feeling she felt - a kind of hollow ache, one she had thought food or water or a good run would satisfy. But after trying all those things, here she lay, no closer to figuring out how to settle whatever she felt inside.