Stone Circle öðruvísi

beautiful!

but bjarna had seen beautiful, she had been raised by beautiful. mother bear had a hunter's grace, the coat of the wild and now the physical form of nurturing.

bjarna had seen the fire woman and silver fae. she looked nothing like either in any way. not in shape or color. nor grace or confidence. it was hard enough to compare herself against those of other lands.

it hurt worst of all to not even be like her own mother!

her mother who she buried into the chest of, weeping openly and freely. she could not muster a single word — but even if she could, they all would have been ugly.