Stone Circle chido

the stone circle drew her as it must draw all. silvertongue felt as though she must have been here before, or somewhere close; the land compelled her. she drifted, letting her tail stir little moths from their rest among the taller grasses; she practiced melting into this landscape of few shadows and sunlit pools. and here she caught the thread of @Tauris' scent, a woman she hardly knew. hesitation became curiosity, and eventually silvertongue continued on in vague hopes of coming across the other.