Stone Circle leynille

Ja. Was that affirmation? She wasn't used to relying so heavily on tone, but she was quickly getting the hang of it in Bjarna's company.
The next words the pale girl spoke caught her completely off-guard, however. Her, Kvarsheim? She thought of the wolves under the trees. Bjarna was asking her to be like them; attached to one piece of land, protective over it, tethered to it. And there were others here, wolves she didn't know. It seemed so weird to her. How could she just... stay in one place, with all these others she didn't know?
Home had never been so small. Home was an endless sea of grass, home was all of the rivers and all of the hills, home was the earth wherever her feet settled for the night. But that was dangerous here. Her experience with the wolves who owned the trees had taught her that. Maybe she needed to learn to be like them, in order to survive here.
She couldn't go back to The Gilded Sea, after all.
She thought for a moment. Ja, She tried out finally, and then smiled because she couldn't help it — because she felt a little silly and a little breathless and a little overjoyed. She didn't know the first thing about this way of life, and hadn't met anyone here except Bjarna. She didn't even speak the language. Who knew if they would really accept her?
It didn't matter, though. Someone wanted her, even after seeing the worst she had to offer and none of her best.