Stone Circle Exitlude

Vale sat on the periphery of the memorial. Offering deference to Gunnar's family and those closest to him. This day was for them as much as it was for him.

Her impressions of the fadir had been good. That he had been kind and wise with his age. Her eyes drifted across the gathering. All attending were all still quite young, at least in comparison to him.

Parting words and summations of the man himself were scare. Perhaps that silence spoke more about him that what any string of words could. Vale too remained silent in her observance.