Stone Circle Helping Hands

The days were quiet.

At least, they felt so. She had grown used to Gunnar's warmth, to the words they would share at night, and throughout the day. The days were filled with the sound of the wilds and the still hushed voice of many others --

But the days were quiet, because they were missing his.

She was grateful to Kvarsheim. How Tauris wrapped the children in the love of an aunt. How @Skald left gifts for them by the mouth of the den. She was grateful, in ways words could normt measure.

Grateful, when Ulfhild beckoned.

She had not spoken long words with the shieldmaiden since Gunnar's death, and it was yearning that filled the guardian's voice today. Though Taktuq wished to sleep for many days, it was though she could feel Gunnar's smile upon her, as he turned and limped after one of the pups in a game of chase -

She would rise, and go.

Ulfhild, Taktuq greeted the guardian, whose presence managed to pull a small smile to Taktuq's face. She glanced about them, we will wait for Tauris, she advised, but that didn't mean they couldn't speak at all, How are you faring, sister? In all that has happened.

It was often she was asked. It was good to finally ask first of another.