Stone Circle I slithered here from Eden

Their voice is so gentle in its attempt to understand, and she knew she was not worthy of it. She sweeps an arm up over her eyes, still not bringing herself to look at them through her mantle of guilt. Every possible reason she could give for her bitterness dies on her tongue. She had no right to these tears- not when others had suffered so much and so deeply, and Moss at the cut of her own tongue. She caused that.

Through the slits of her eyes she finds their gaunt edges, a body starved. He needed to eat.

“M-Moss,” his name is roughened by tears, “it’s- it’s not you. Things have been stressful lately- but- It’s no excuse, and I’m so sorry for snapping at you.” She staggers to her feet, ears pinned and eyes hovering over the ground before gaining the courage to meet with his own; pale green; calm. She feels her tight stance ease slowly.

“A hunter, and a caretaker- we could really use someone with those talents in Kvarsheim, and I’d love to hear more about you. But let’s get you something to eat first.” she beckons towards one of the caches, recently filled by the efforts of their hunters. There Moss would have his pick from the kills, and Tauris hoped it might serve as some small sort of apology.