Stavanger Bay windmill, windmill for the land

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Naivete shielded her from the reality of her brother's disappearance.  Concepts so abstract were still, generally, too large for her to fully grasp.  Goodhood, power beyond measure?  Perhaps.  But the idea of forever, of gone?  No.  Jorunn was gone, yes, but he would be back, as sure as the sun would return in the morning and the moon in the evening.

And in the meantime, she had herself, and she had her family.  Company, while appreciated, was not necessary for her to enjoy herself.  Alone, she could hunt, and she could dream, and she could practice as she was now.

So engrossed was she in her attempts at strutting that she didn't even realize Charon was coming until he spoke.  She startled, turning to face him fully.  "Hi," she greeted in return.  Then she shook her head, aborted the action halfway, and lied.  "I am.  Or like you.  I do not need to be Alpha."  Her head fell in degrees, her posture slumping to its usual stature, and she felt more comfortable.