Stone Circle no manches

silvertongue heard all, the conflict inside kvarsheim, gunnar's weariness in the face of it. she suspected this bonnie was a man who performed in front of men differently than he acted with women, or perhaps it was her own malaise toward most of that group. inkeri, turmeric; lovely names, and then the smile froze gently upon her mouth, frost crackling before a swift thaw. she did not remove herself away, but inside grew softly distant and rueful, to a place she felt might be more appropriate. "my congratulations, gunnar. and taktuq is correct. you are the stone of kvarsheim. now, tell me about this man bonnie. you have made peace here. do you believe he is honest enough to grow?"