Stone Circle hi-diddly-ho, neighborino!

aditya smiled gently at her admission, giving her a nod. "of course. we'd be happy to have you." then she turned to the subject of the stones, sitting down beside him and giving him their lore. his eyes shifted back and forth from the alpha to the circle as she spoke, ears canted forward in fascination.

it wasn't his belief, to be sure. souls did not rest; they flitted from body to body, life to life, living forever in some way or form until a higher purpose--he didn't know what, yet--was achieved. but the notion of seeking counsel from ones who were gone appealed to him. it was a way to honor their legacy, to give the dead an ear, if not a voice, in the decisions their family made.

"that is beautiful," he murmured, momentarily lost for words as he gazed at the circle of stones. "beautiful. and they were here when you first came?" he asked rhetorically, intrigued. it seemed impossible to believe that they could have been arranged so perfectly by accident. he wondered who had done it.