Stone Circle she's got her eyes fixed on the floor

morning sunshine spilled over the horizon and into alsek’s eyes, making him squeal with childlike joy. this somewhere was more beautiful than he had expected; polaris’s assurance that she was okay gave him permission to shift his attention elsewhere, like the daunting silhouettes of tall stones standing in the near distance.

he might have moved to cross their border, had the strange woman not appeared to stop him. she was dark like.. like his mother? or perhaps his father — regardless, she was beautiful, and alsek thought that he ought to make sure she knew. 

uhm, he muttered quietly. verdant eyes turned toward polaris for permission, then fell back on valette, what kind of flower are you? surely, he thought, she would answer: the pretty kind.