Stone Circle stoneheart

In fur as soft as eider down he awakened, licking his lips and feeling the pain in his jaw from the clenching of his teeth. These were familiar pains now, and the ache down the muscles of his neck and spine was dull. His awareness returned to him, and he recognized immediately that his sister was holding him close, comforting him. He felt no chill from the wind, and tucked himself against her for a moment- grateful, loving. 

He knew, now, that these episodes happened, so he feared them less. The vision of the great white boar lingered in his mind, though it faded, peacefully, when he pulled his head back to give his sister a faint, weak smile. He kissed her cheek appreciatively. 

He pulled himself up into a seated position carefully, and noticed only then that there was a stranger there. A stranger- but familiar. Wide-eyed, he stared at her, and his lip trembled faintly. His heart thudded wildly in his chest. Normally, when the visions came to him, he was calm, but this was something very different. 

"Bjarna-" He spoke, questioningly. He could only hope that he wasn't the only one seeing this vision.