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

They had said that their mother had been a sister here. Yet Petal could find no traces of her here. No songs, no dance. There was a startling lack of gold that she had grown accustomed to. The land was colder here, the sun felt as though it could not reach them so easily.

The only places she could find her mother was in her sisters. Even then it was not her, it was…them. It was the girls they had become in absence.

Maybe that was why her mind had subconsciously led her to the trail of one of her siblings. Seeking something familiar to hold onto in the wake of another upheaval.

Are you happy? Her voice a whisper that said it can be our secret.