Stone Circle In a quiet kind of litany, she accepted some defeat

her mind was not silent.

she wished it would be so, but alas. she carried her burdens close to her heart. for she could not speak them to any. for fear they might think less of her, or that they too might worry the way she did.

she wished for everybody to be happy. to have peace. to find and make a home in kvarsheim.

between her own jumbled thoughts still radiating in her mind, despite her best efforts, and the now stopped reverie...well.

she crashed into the golden woman. it was a good thing that bjarna held nearly no mass beneath her oddly thick coat. otherwise the collision may have been worse than a tangling of limbs and a puff of snow.