Stone Circle time doesn’t care about anyone or anything, oh

days in kvarsheim passed like grains of sand through an hourglass. the past and future felt endless, while this moment felt like it was always narrowly slipping past. it made her anxious. she had taken on the role of provider, and now there were adults to do it for them. she didn't know what to do with herself if she wasn't fussing over her girls. fox and petal both had their stashes, but what had dahlia ever loved aside from them?

she spent the afternoon in leynille, pondering the slow-moving creek. what was there to do now but wait?