Stone Circle here comes a candle

she was flooded with the good feeling once more.

this mother bear provided the feeling very well. parousia did not have fear or sadness in her heart with this mother bear. only cared for, fed, comforted. she listened to the words that mother bear spoke.

borða, borða...borða. she rattled the word across her tongue as she watched what mother bear did. that word was this action. that she committed to her stunted memory.

parousia — or rather bjarnarungi — found great comfort in the closeness of mother bear as she ate. cherished the touch of the hug. chewing happily on the partially digested pieces of meat. somewhere between pieces she attempted words once more.

bja-bjaaar— the rest of it suddenly felt too complicated.