Stone Circle mourning dove

arlette’s explanation didn’t quite match alsek’s expectation, but it did make sense, given her obvious trauma. maybe i’m trampled, too, he mused with a subtle shrug of his shoulders, but.. i don’t know. could he describe himself that way? was his experience really bad enough to compare to something physical, something which had left actual scars? he was too young to understand the varied levels of pain and only knew that whatever it was, he didn’t like it very much. 

she accepted his invitation, much to alsek’s delight. i don’t think so, he told her, do you want to go somewhere? while awaiting her response, he released a small yawn, subdued by his own effort to keep his tiredness secret.