Stone Circle And the tears of people ran together

Skáld's gaze grew sad. He did not want for anyone else to have dreams like the one he'd had, but it seemed that his sister, too, had had them before. He had to think, for a moment, if he wanted to talk about what he'd seen. He wondered if it might make her feel even more sad, if she heard what he'd had to say. Bjarna was a caring sister, and it troubled her to see him confused- but he knew she wanted to help. Likely, she would prefer to know what it was that troubled him, then to know he was having bad dreams but be left out of his healing process. 

"I do not know what it was, that I saw," He said. "But it was here, in the circle. There was...There was a light, and it was...Inside the stone circle." He explained. His gaze went distant as he delved into memory, trying to pry the dream free from the dark place in his mind where dreams went to be forgotten- or saved for later. "There was a creature. It had hooves, like deer, but it was much shorter...Its body was bigger. Its face...long, and it had teeth, that curved up, like...When you had the bone in your mouth." He explained. Something which had been sung to him in a song, or told to him in a story. Something he'd never witnessed, but that his mind had put to shape from the folklore shared with him when he'd been an infant. Now, it had come into his dreams. 

"It...Wasn't a bad thing. It had kindness in its eyes. It was pure white, but...It left. I could not follow, I was....Stuck," He said. He felt very vulnerable, explaining all of this. She shuddered. "It left, and I could not follow." He repeated softly, sadly.