Stone Circle Ground had arose and passed its knees

Aww! It is a very good book. I am sorry this took me forever, writing is a struggle sometimes.

The boy was good at being quiet. He was well versed in being "seen but not heard," and even beyond that, he had adapted to being well hidden from the attention of others while he grew up. He kept to the background whenever possible, never voiced his opinions, never offered himself for jobs—but all of that would change here, hopefully. Valette had been welcoming and lovely, full of empathy for his weakness and hopefully the rest of Easthollow was similar.

No matter how skilled he was at the careful, cat-like placement of his steps, he was not invisible. The stranger turned their attention towards him almost immediately, and as she turned to look at him, Oiseaux felt the soft kiss of the wind against his cheek. Of course, he thought—she smelled him coming. He was still so new here that his scent most likely painted a bullseye upon him.

He ducked his head when he caught her eye. Averted his gaze slightly. Tilted his ears back to their natural position against his head. The stranger nodded her head and he saw the motion as a blurry shifting, and before he could do much else, she was prancing over to him. The energy rising off of her in waves was like a gleeful aura and the closer she got, the more transfixed Oiseaux was with her.

Her voice sounded urgent and so he listened, one ear lifting slightly (and giving him a disheveled, childish expression) while he felt his brow crease slightly. Oiseaux tensed along his top line, his anxiety straining his shoulders. Her question was met with concern, and he responded timidly, w..what did... he..?