Stone Circle rainstorm

She trailed once he was satisfied.

Dared not to mark or step over where he marked. She would leave him to his task. Meanwhile she trifled through the empty dens, made note of the hollows.

This place had meant something once. Just like all places.

She noted the large stones. How they loomed like they had anything to stand for now. She wondered if they would fall as easily as trees, should a storm sweep through harsh or should the ground awaken.

Thoughts lost to a void as she met his gaze once more.

He had muscle where she did not. He was bathed in the tones of the earth where she circled him much like the dark-sided moon she was.

A sound bubbled up in her throat, but it was full of warmth. A reminder that she had no ill intentions here.