Stone Circle I sometimes have wondered, where you've gone?

“Of course. No interruptions at all. You are under my watch, just remember this.” He spoke firmly, but not strictly. As he watched her delicate, Snow White form crossed over the invisible lines. 

They neared the stones, and she spoke again, this time at the mention of his name, and his mother. This question took him by surprise for a moment, but she drew a chuckle from him. “Ah, indeed she did. Thank you.” He thought for another moment, about how she could’ve known the meaning of his name; “You are of Norwegian descent?” This was simply an educated guess.