Stone Circle Out of the arms of the sun

When she woke from her dreaming, time felt as if it had stilled for too long. There were bundles tucked carefully to her breast. She was not out by the stones; rather, someone had moved her to the shelter of the trees.

Sanja opened her eyes to the sight of autumn, everywhere. To the hollow feeling of dulled pain - unaware of what exactly happened to put her here, and too medicated to think strongly about it.

The little ones (@Yrsa, @Dagur, @Skáld) were still, and small, and Sanja held no recognition of them.