Stone Circle Without you

despite the jay's flightiness, especially in the face of strangers and others, they could not be long without one another. she winged from the trees, coming to swoop overhead, so low over her spine the woman fancied she could feel the touch of her wingtips. she did not fault her companion for her skittishness but wished truly that she might stay near and tell her of the man before her - at least what she could not ascertain from her other senses alone.  

he was tall—that was apparent enough. clumsy, in movement and speech, though she saw this as no true fault. the shade of his pelt, his eyes, and these thousands of other details were lost to her, and thus she focused merely on the words he spoke.  "easthollow,"  she echoed, but it had lost all its meaning for her long ago. 

he ears twitched as she tried to pull apart his words, which melted into one another like caramel. "the stones - we saw them, even from afar, and it felt right to come." she paused, considering then. "can you tell me of Easthollow?"