Stone Circle And I will sing a lullaby

Mother.

Her heart is frayed. She fixates. Profound love is what every newborn child holds for their mother. Now this boy, forgotten by his own, knows profound pain.

It infuriates her that a woman could come and go twice over, one who mourned for Bjarna but spared not a single word to the child she birthed- the boy who was so clearly calling out in grief and tenderness, and for a love he never would obtain.

And it echoes now, how he lives with so much fear that might always stay and dictate his choices. How grief haunts him.

Sanja never deserved Skáld, she will think as she listens to his soft explanation. There is not a way she could know, or undo his pain of abandonment. But she could try to understand; she could listen.

“Do you miss her, Skáld?” She asks quietly, while watching the silver grazers beneath their earthlight sheen. "Tell me what you feel?"