Stone Circle And I will sing a lullaby

“If that’s true then I won’t want him here,” she soothes, and she meant it. She’d been clear with Fig about her devotion to Skáld, that a relationship with her meant also one with the boy, too. She knew Fig was hesitant, but he wasn’t outright dismissive and the Nornir was hopeful she could find a way to make this all work.

“It is fair to give him a chance, don’t you agree? Besides, he’s very sweet, just like you.” There is some secret part of her who wants to see Fig as a sort of secondary father figure to the yearling, though she knew better than to press for anything.

“You will get along, I am certain of it. I want us all to be together,” she whispers into his fur, merely a wish.