Stone Circle Heartland

Skáld was quick to reflect the eagerness in her posture. The sound of her laughter, only moments ago, rang in his ears like a gentle wind chime still. Like a fern dancing in a gentle breeze, Skáld posture swayed gently with the wave of his tail, which accelerated when he saw hers began to move as well.

With a toss of his head he frisked away like a colt on new legs- only to stagger when he realized that he had some strength to regain, still. But his humour had lifted and with his spirit buoyed by her encouragement he laughed, his voice  a high, sweet whicker.

He knew of a place- an abandoned den he had admired earlier for the way it was surrounded by bluebells. Sunlight filtered down through new leaves, dappling the area with light and shade. He could hear the gentle burble of a stream nearby, too, and in a tree above the den, a robin had built its nest.

It wasn’t too far from where he had found the piece of quartz. 

He kept her in the corner of his eye, sometimes canting his head a bit when he thought he caught the flash of a smile in his direction, as he led her into the wooded area where the birch grew with their tall, pale trunks reaching toward the sky.