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

“Moonspear?” She questions. Perhaps another pack near the vale?

She gives a faint exhale, eyes finding the northern horizon as it recedes from them. Somewhere far from these hillocks are her siblings, and would she let seven years stand between their first and last meeting? She loved them so fiercely still, even if space and time drew them apart. She raises her head, and on her skin feels them somewhere in the form of wind.

Maybe it is a hard truth of growing up, that blood families must fall apart for chosen ones to come together.

“I hope you will get to see them once more, if that is what you wish.”