Stone Circle bound by bonesong

astrid.

she's a chatty thing, is ingram's first thought. i've met your father when i joined, the hellhound offers simply. her mother, he does not know; of his own fault ingram knows. he has not been awfully sociable, even before his period of intense isolation.

though his vague answer had perhaps been meant to dissuade her curiosity, it appears to have the opposite effect.

he lets out a feathered sigh; heavy in his chest despite the lightness of it as it passes betwixt his lips.

many things that could not be discussed with one so young.

a reader of bones, a speaker for gods. the easiest, and less terrible of things that he is ( though delaney supposes that is debatable ).