Stone Circle how we love is what will last

She scuttles forward with encouragement, only then truly taking stock of the Kvarsheim girl. She has decidedly kind hazel eyes, but they are glazed with sadness.

“My name is Tauris... I'm sorry about your mother,” Her ears sink. The ancient monuments seem to whistle in response as a little breeze weaves through them. “What a beautiful way to memorialize her.” Her voice is soft, apologetic.

“Would you show me…where?”