Stone Circle how we love is what will last

As the sunlight struck the lilies, her heart stirred with a sense of familiarity. Though she had never seen her mother’s eyes, Valette had shared the memory of them with her. Brandished copper, like hearth fire. Perhaps she had added words over the years, but nonetheless, the flowers bore a striking resemblance to how she had imagined them.

She leaned forward as of to touch one, but movement in her periphery had her swinging her head round to catch the retreat of someone beyond the hillside —

Wait, her abrupt voice carried over the stillness of the world. Was this the one who had done this? Taktuq hadn’t been able to see the face of the other before they’d sunk into their retreat, and hoped they would show themselves. She began to rise.