Stone Circle like wine as it gets older

When Taktuq had returned from the wedding at Akashingo, she had thrown herself back into her duties at Kvarsheim with very little stop. The scene that had unfolded in the land of the southern wolves had disturbed her more than she cared to admit. Keeping busy helped her forget.

Almost.

She took leave from the borders today to spend time among the standing stones. She knew Sanja often frequented the ruins, and hoped, perhaps, she might find her company there.

Instead, she found another.

A smile edged along the lines of Taktuq’s face at Mya’s quiet wonder. She remembered staring at the stones in quite the same way when she had been younger. Taktuq was quiet when she drew near, respecting the yearling’s space - yet when she drew near enough alongside her, tipped her head back to consider the stones herself.

Allowing Mya to break any silence, if she wished it to be broken.