Stone Circle Talk to me

she found she didn't hurt as much, anymore. the first day of her father's death had been the burning of a fresh wound, open and raw. now, it was the hurt of a throbbing, healing wound, painful every time she thought of it. frankly, she was sick of the seemingly never-ending hurt of the past few weeks, both mentally and physically. had she not the support of Nikai, the brother she sometimes thought she didn't deserve, and the comfort of Valette and Sunny, she might have sunk into a darker place than she ought to be. 

a call fell on her ears, Valette, and she twisted, pinpointing with ease the location of the cry. a swift lope took her through the familiar territory that was Easthollow and to the forms of her mother and brother, moving swiftly to plant a lick on the underside of her mother's chin, and to nuzzle her brother's shoulder in silent greeting. planting herself beside her brother, she looked to Valette to listen to as why she had summoned them here.