Stone Circle every little lie in this world comes from dividing

something between them tensed; the girl’s eyes averted until he spoke again.

leaving? already?

but he’d fed her.

she glanced around them. from the stones, to the ground laid with snow, back to his face — which was now out of sight and receding.

she swiveled too, head low. vermouth had two shadows now, both following as they matched the energy of his step.