Stone Circle And I will sing a lullaby

“I know,” she groans remorsefully, lifting her head now.

“I’m sorry. Sometimes these things are not planned, life just… happens,” she knew one day he’d have a better understanding of it even if it might have confused him now. “I never meant to break your trust, I am sorry.”

“But I will love you, just as I always have. And this is a good thing. I want this: you and him and the puppies. To be a family, Skáld, do you want that too?”

Naive, perhaps. Not a Nornir or a mother but a scared girl in this moment reaching for some solid footing. She hadn’t known she wanted any of this before. But with Fig, she did.