Stone Circle The years weigh heavy and I'm not sure

Home. Come back home to us.

The little space between her brows creases and eyes shift to the distant mountains that carve their valley in its palm. The uplands roll with their evergreen meads and thick forests, and at the center of it all the Stone Circle that beckons for her.

“Yes,” She’ll finally respond. Her heart was beginning to plant itself here.

She listens to Gunnar’s story. She likes to hear his voice, there seems to be an extra glint in his eye upon recounting the past. Maybe a little sadness there, too. Tauris imagines his mother, never recovering the pieces of her broken heart with the loss of her mate. She resolves in silence to never bind herself to such a fate.

“Do any of your family remain here? Your brothers or sisters?”