Stone Circle Grace, just hold me in your arms

The sound of Bjarna's voice caused his ears to perk. Now that the dancing, shifting lights were gone, he felt a bit colder, and he knew he could rely on his sister for warmth. He chuffed, and pattered his front feet on the ground in anticipation and in open welcoming. "Sister," He greeted, keen to press his shoulder into hers so that the both of them could keep warm. 

"I was just watching the stars, and saw the sky dance," He said. "It's stopped now but...It was very beautiful when it was going."