Stone Circle Out of the arms of the sun

never alone.

never again.

it was the soft washing of a childhood she scarcely remembered. alone and empty. she remembered days of crying. days of hunger.

she remembered there had been an empty time before mother bear.

carefully and cautiously, she shuffled closer. a kiss to the crown of mother bear.

family. never alone. she cooed softly, staring at them. waiting for the feeling to bloom. waiting for them to be able to hear the things she could teach them.