Stone Circle leynille

bjarna did not know the words, but the girl sounded much like a soft child. once more the young nornir saw herself in the gold girl.

someone who was alone and needed somebody to pick them up, tend to them, care for them.

her mother had done the same thing for her. now bjarna passed this on to gullsystir.

she watched in silence as the girl picked at the rabbit. some part of bjarna wondered if it was not to her tastes. yet they could figure such out later as long as the girl kept eating.

softly, she gestured to the creek they laid alongside. delicately reached for the edges of it with an oversized paw. vatn. she wondered if the girl wished to learn.