Stone Circle some tides don’t turn

it was not for moss that akavir had come, it was akashingo.

gunnar spoke and germanicus heeded. it had been near a year since he had visited the palace, and yet in his mind leapt the trails, the scratch of cliffside.

"akashingo lies directly across the sunspire."

the yellowpair eyes remained unreadable.

"with your permission, gunnar, i will take you there, akavir."