Stone Circle And I will sing a lullaby

There is almost no reasoning with his stubborn, defiant ways, and all she could wonder is how such a sentimental boy had no room in his heart for another. She sighs, arms loosening, feeling defeated but refusing to allow this initial conversation to dampen everything. He would change his mind, she knew he would. She just needed the patience to allow it to happen naturally.

She brushes her lips over his ear for a kiss before whispering, “Then for me, Skáld. Give him a chance. Please, that’s all I’m asking for.”

She won't wait for his reply before rising, glancing into the meadow to find the pale giants retreating.

“Hey,” she rouses him, “let’s go back to sleep.”