Stone Circle Homesick

He’s wounded too and in the wake of the past few weeks there is only a dim grasp of why it must be this way. She felt her heart too full of love to withhold it.

“You’re here now.” That’s the only thing that mattered. She folds towards her belly to brush her lips over her nursing son’s head.

“Swiftlet,” she murmurs, glancing up at Skáld. Then a second crown is kissed, “Katla.” She looks into his face, searching to see if he would accept them. Slowly she shifts her arm, creating a space for him beside her where he belongs.