Stone Circle your typical prototype

Sanja was among the stones.
They brought a peace to her she had been missing for many weeks, and while she still felt some lingering absence, this was better than before. She paced among them — studying the tallest slabs, sniffing at the slanted ones, the fallen; there was a piece of one jutting from a patch of grass which was more white than gray, and almost round, and made her smile.
She would call this one Bjarna. Perhaps by making wishes to the stone, her daughter would hear her and be kept safe.