Stone Circle Little hawk

@Swift sleeps. He seems so profoundly in love with the act of it. His world is simple and peaceful. His breaths ride the momentum of dreams, his little limbs give an occasional kick to her side. In the preceding hours she’d held him all through Gunnar’s funeral. He’s learned so much- but not about death. When is old enough to learn of such things? Tauris didn’t know. She didn’t understand herself what happens when someone goes. She found the idea of her beloved’s body corroding beneath the stones deeply sad.

No. He is too young. Better that he embark on this journey through cosmic time and space. She does not wake him, but rests her crown against the length of his body, where every subsequent kick is a gift of life.