Stone Circle Folk Tales

Her siblings protest, spurning the idea of sharing warmth and clinging only to each other. It is amusing how such tiny beings could make their opinions known so fiercely. All they inherited of Figment’s good sense could not lull their tempers, for they were her children, too.

“Astrid, Lemmikki, this is Swiftlet and Katla. Your new cousins,” she introduces and watches as the girls pile close, sweet with her own. She folds them all together with her forearms and tail, laughing at Ikki’s enthusiastic greeting.

“When you’re all a little bigger you’re going to have so many adventures and so many laughs and fun times together. But right now they’re just tiny babies so we have to be gentle with them until they’re old enough to play along.” She gives Astrid a lick over the eyes before doing the same to Lemmikki.

“Now, who wants to hear the story about the vain ant?”