Stone Circle hvað er þetta, hvað er þetta?

Today, the Kvarsheim children enter their fourth week of life. Their little legs grow stronger, their eyes brighter, with milkteeth growing in; and Astrid, the little ball of spunk she was, had made the executive decision to slip away from the den when no one else seemed to be looking.
Out into the open reeds and wildflowers, mid-summer rays of sunshine keeping her warm as she toddles in the direction of the Seer Stones. Except she didn't know that's where she was headed.
Móðir and Faðir must be so proud that their little girl is out on her own! An intrepid explorer in the making, indeed! Not that she particularly cared what they thought. Even if they had tried to forbid her, scold her; she would not have listened. No, no, she was her own person, and that dark and dingy den was much too small for her now!
So farther out into the open she goes, more and more confident, little tail raised proudly as if to say, no one can stop me now!