Stone Circle here comes a candle

someone approached.

through teary blue eyes, parousia looked up. a dark figure. familiar. who was this? how did she —

mother bear.

parousia snuffled, even more pathetic by the passing moment. mother bear had fed her, tended to her. they had been separated but there was no anger in the child for this. instead she found some blubbering sense of relief as she made her way to the limbs of mother bear.

the woman was too tall for parousia even attempt to reach, but she tried to place kisses on her chin. so desperate for attention and tending to once more.