Stone Circle And I will sing a lullaby

A single dream is doomed to repeat, children calling for her at the end of a maze of leaves and rivers of blood. Agile feet will sprint and turn infinite ground. One end becomes one beginning and on and on they will cry and she will race and never are they to meet.

A press of nose is an abrupt collision to steal her mercifully from that place.

“Back to sleep,” comes a groggy mumble, but his silken note stirs her anyway and eyes open to his eagerness. There’s a frantic sweep to her paws, a barb of anxiety as she looks Skáld over.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”