Stone Circle defeat the stymphalian birds

she speaks not of bones but of the stones.

a cursory glimpse is given to those standing, and those that had fallen.

a soft noise of low murmured amusement lingers in ingram's chest at her warning.

mhm, he murmurs in agreement, though it is hard for him to think of a place as sacred. for him it is in the tangibility of smaller, once living things.

not quite, ingram corrects softly. i have to feel a thread of connection to the bones i use, he explains. and it's not ... reading fate, necessarily. nothing so certain. there are so many choices that we make, big or small that could alter everything.