Stone Circle In the heart of mothers

It was Skald that arrived. A small smile for him. he had grown up so well. Though he looked thin and careworn about his eyes. A small step forward, but she halted unsure if she could reach out to him. It had been so long and she had left after all. Right after Gunnar had passed even. How cruel of her.

Hello Skald. Skald. She spoke haltingly in Icelandic. SHe didn't know a lot of the words, but she knew enough to piece together what he would say and they had similar tongues.