Stone Circle Heart Upon My Sleeve

o k but same tho

The excitement was noticeable enough, filling the elder with joy; he could not recall when last it was he taught another his language. “If you’d like to learn, yes,” he said, agreeing. “You could be the first of your siblings to understand it.” The first and maybe even the last, he couldn’t be sure—he also wondered how their mother would feel about the lessons, and if she would approve.

Reasons were given, mindful and kind. “It’s a good way to help,” he noted, then his curiosity got the better of him. “Do you not want to go out and search for your brother? Explore the lands beyond here?” It wasn’t that he wanted his grandson to leave, no. He was merely curious, being as he, of similar youth, struck out to explore on his own so long ago.