Stone Circle And I will sing a lullaby

“Oh, Skáld,” she feels sick, pressing him into the circle of her arms as the force of his tears rock them both. It is too much for him. Maybe she should have told him sooner, but she’d only just found out herself.

“I know it’s a lot of change,” she soothes with a gentled voice, “I’m scared, just as you. But it could be fun, too, to have puppies around.” She lowers her chin over the curled locks behind his ears.

“And I need you in this, can you try for me?”