Stone Circle bound by bonesong

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a voice calls out to ingram and the hellhound swings his head in the direction of the hail.

the child approaches; unafraid.

sea-glass gaze darts around, looking for a parental figure to come lumbering out of the shadowing foliage. if the other adults of kvarsheim are weary of him, it is for good reason.

and, truthfully, the only one that he could say he even remotely liked or knew ( and that in particular was stretching it ) was tauris.

i am ingram. he offers his name, smoky reticence rough from disuse; and to her questions he answers, i am many things but a ghost is not one of them.