Stone Circle öðruvísi

her daughter burrowed in to her breast, and nearly bowled her over. she had grown so thick and strong, and with love in her heart. sanja braced herself as the girl cried and cried and cried, and did not stop her; she kissed her head or groomed the fur of her shoulder, whichever she could reach best without much movement, and held strong against the torrent of tears.

i wish i could make you feel better about yourself, the woman finally admitted when the crying became less, and bjarna was perhaps tired enough and cried-out. i wish you could see yourself the way i do. a kiss to her face, as she pulled away to look at those sad eyes, so blue.

should she tell her? it was not a secret; the others of kvarsheim knew the girl was a foundling, not born to sanja or to the stones. nobody held that against her. the fact that bjarna was starting to catch on (and that it caused her such pain) made sanja's heart hurt for her. she looked upon that face and felt torn in her own way.

come away from the water with me. let me... let me tell you a story? as if she were still a cub, and this were only make-believe. sanja was hopeful that this hurt could be undone, or at the bare minimum, understood.