Stone Circle Heavy are the winds from the east, they have come to see

Those yellow eyes go distant, sleeving with tears and that terrible truth. Gone.

The nornir holds her closer. The press of Reverie made her real, she feared if she let go she would be lost to her again. She willed this embrace to keep that emerging mist from swallowing her whole. It never seemed far from her heels.

“Will you stay?” A voice in her throat coaxes. Over Reverie’s shoulder her eyes find the man named Boone. He was the type of massive figure who would have frightened her in the wilds. But his ruffled stance and blatant concern for Reverie appealed to her heart, “all of you.”

“There’s plenty to eat. Let’s find you a place to rest.” She pulls back to look into her friend’s face.