Stone Circle öðruvísi

bjarna hurt; it was not a physical pain that plagued her, but something deeper and unseen. sanja had witnessed some of this before and had managed to assure her in the past, but now that she was more grown and the differences more obvious, it would be a struggle.

she shouted of those differences. she cried, and sanja rushed to her with kisses for her cheeks.

bjarna, you are beautiful. but how often could the mother say this and get away with it? saying it over and over did not convince the girl. her face reflected in the rippled water and sanja saw herself there too, a thin shadow next to the blocky, malformed face of the girl. but only love was in her eyes.

she did not know what to say to quell the feeling in the girl, and didn't think it was right anyway to stop her from feeling as she did; her feelings were valid, and she had a right to express herself. sanja lingered close if that was what bjarna needed.

how could she help the girl? the truth of it came to her mind immediately, but sanja did not speak to the girl's status, that she was adopted and that her parents were unknown to even the mother bear - she did not know how that would help, yet.