Stone Circle What can break me has a name

astrid was rankled. the heckling and shouting only continues to worsen, and now the girl postures with an icy scowl shot into the crowd. you're all cowards.
if we're too young for this, then why are none of you stepping up to offer yourselves? huh? an ugly smirk coils across the sow's face. our parents have lived and died here for many years. long before most of you even knew this land existed! these stones are our blood! it belongs to me and my brothers, and none of you have the right to take that from us after you watched us bury pabbi six feet under and let mamma disappear in her grief.
she looks now to ujurak, to sven, to kristjan; her meek little brothers, expecting them too to exercise their voices and demand respect.