Stone Circle bound by bonesong

here spooky man, have unruly child

Astrid wasn't entirely certain what she'd expected today when she'd made the executive decision to wander toward the Seer Stones. Companionship as of late had primarily been found in Sven and father; the only two who, presently, seemed to be able to tolerate her existence. Rarely did she also go to Tauris and Inkeri, flitting in and out of their dens like an ogre who lives under the bridge. She didn't much mind the little ones that still nestle close to their breasts, particularly those of Tauris — at least their mouths were too full of milk to complain about her.
Today, the boar-child traipses across the fall blooms and into the open meadow, watching as the vultures swing overhead. She lopes and then slows, runs and then grinds to a trot.
When she looks again to the ground level, a figure unknown draws her gaze. Tall, ragged, dark. Perhaps if she were old enough for a concept of such, she would have thought him handsome. Hæ! she calls, unbothered and unafraid. Who're you? You look like a ghost. teeter, totter, teeter, totter as she winds closer. Are you a ghost?