Stone Circle It all lies in ruin

There was no denying that Cygnet was a strange duck. But he liked her well enough. And she had always treated him well. Because he wasn't always liked by others. Whether hos way of approaching things or his father's later days when he bungled some things.

Cygnet was not a conversationalist by any stretch of the imagination. But that was alright. Sven could mostly understand. He wasn't sure at first how to greet her. She seemed both irritated at him and also delighted to see him. So he gave her a soft nudge and a lick to her cheek. Then retreated so teeth didn't take face.

Truthfully her eyes would have fit well with his pelt. But as such they were a startling contrast to her white pelt. Pretty even the closed one.

A soft sigh as he settled to his paws. Curling tail about hocks. The freckles along his shoulders wrippling faintly.

We did not have enough numbers. Too many leaving.