Stone Circle leynille

The gentle lilt of Bjarna's voice had a soothing effect. Slowly, the girl in the reverie felt more like herself. She couldn't remember the last time she fully felt like herself. It must have been before Rose died, and those memories never stayed long.
She was lucid enough to feel ashamed now, at least. She knew by the concerned expression on the other girl's face that she had done it again. It — because she could never really explain what happened, even to herself. Neither could her parents. Even her father, who could cure anything and save anyone, hadn't been able to help her.
She ducked her head in shame, furious with herself for putting this burden on a young girl. Bjarna was older than she had thought, but she was still a child. I'm sorry, She said, her ears folding slowly like wilting flowers. Bjarna had indicated that she should eat, so she did, afraid of offending her — especially when she already had every reason to be offended and... somehow, wasn't. Bjarna could have just ignored her, like her parents did, but instead she was being kind. The girl didn't want to ruin that.