Stone Circle How rare and beautiful it truly is that we exist

ohhhhh meeeeeee tooooooo

Her focuse was knocked by the familiar voice of the large Greyback. Turning from the task at hand, Kegana dipped her head as he approached. "Greetings, Greyback." Although she lacked a smile, her gaze was kind and welcoming. She turned back to the rocks at his query, "Yes they are rocks. I am creating a prayer mound." The princess turned back to the man, wondering if that answered his question. 

Kegana had gathered many smooth stones, searching for beautiful stones that were unique. In mongolia that rocks were different, and the majority of them looked the same. Here in the Wilds that abundance of rivers made it easy to find decorative rocks. "What brings you down to the river today?" The foreign woman looked over his shoulder back the water, accent coming through lightly in her words. Her time in the Teekon had dimished her strange speech pattern, making it easier for her to blend in.