Stone Circle It's just a couple pounds, dear

<3 Thanks for starting!

The host of Stone Circle towered about Nanook, looming shadows in the light of the noon-day sun. She had spent the better half of the day scuffling about the meeting place, examining the base of every rock, and finding nothing but more mystery, and more questions. Now she craned her neck skyward, but looking up solved little more than looking down.

By any other rocks, she wouldn't have been bothered, but there was something unnatural about this formation that made her thirst for answers. Something fantastical, ethereal, and Nanook paced along the inner edge of the circle, her eyes trained to where the stones froze in a clamber for the heavens, while mud and dirt and grass cursed their fingers with the weight of an eternal and futile striving.