Stone Circle There's no such thing as no miracles.

Inkeri had watched as Merry had gotten used to the packlands as he loped from one end to the other. She loved that he enjoyed her home as she did. And she was glad he had come with her.

A smile lit up her face, brightening all the shadows of it's downy cast. Though she still didn't feel well, she forced her head up to meet his gaze with her own.

Hello Merry! Merry!. Regardless of how long they were apart, was it seconds or days, she was always glad to see him. Always.

I believe I have a tummy bug or ate something that didn't like me. Me.