Stone Circle macellarius

it was a simple game, relying upon the buttery light and the tilt of the flower.

germanicus felt a minute thaw inside himself. he took up the flower easily enough, a small smile wishing to begin on his lips.

he held it up to the young kvarsheim wolf. "the flower says you adore the sun, very much."

the eagle set it down, regarding the other with some warmer expression that acknowledged and appreciated what had been achieved.