Stone Circle she holds the hand that holds her down

The girl was well fed now, and happy. She had a toy she had earned for herself. Sanja was glad; it felt good to do good, and better than that, to be in a place so far-away from the bad people of the world. The kill site of the stag was slowly shedding its negative feelings as Bjarna's presence replaced one bad memory with something else, something good.

Sanja laughed; it was more a dance than a sound, an exuberance that briefly dwelled within her core and had to be expressed. Soon enough she was tired, though. Her heavy belly strained her hips.

She took a few moments to catch her breath.

From the meadow, if someone were to look precisely enough, they could see one of the seer stones against a backdrop of distant trees. Sanja saw this now as she oriented herself; it would be a good place for the bone, she thought, but without a way to stay this she could do nothing - and besides, it was not her offering to give.

For now she settled beside the stag's body and took her time breathing, hoping she had not strained herself too much.