Stone Circle O, are ye sleepin', Maggie? [2]

Sanja did not understand much of what was said. It took time for her to understand people without their accents, but this one was thick, and only some of the sounds hit their mark enough for her to translate.

Looking for something or someone; that's all she could glean.

Not here. She answered, knowing only that this was a total stranger and nobody like her had ever crossed paths with the stones before. Sanja could have been wrong (she had been den-bound for months); but she was certain of this much.

Only Sanja, here. Sanja, she motioned to herself, —family.