Stone Circle You signed up, you gotta participate

Kid has quite a tongue on her. The woman’s eyes narrow with amusement, edges of her mouth pleating into smirk.

“Thanks,” a dark forearm rests over her swollen side.

“Mm hurts like a stomach full of squirming worms,” she divulges flatly along with an achey moan, soaking in the pretty little dark girl’s intrigue and her touch momentarily before glancing around for her parents. She appears to be unattended and even if Tauris was herself soon to be a mother, she was no babysitter. She shifts, using the broad face of the Pilgrim stone to prop herself up.

“I’ll race you to swiftcurrent creek,” a challenge is set with her lifting chin.