Stone Circle I banish you with love.

The girl - of this Silanga was certain now, even malformed as she was - spoke with a lilt, and so she seemed particularly young, and with an accent. The stunted manner of her speech did not bother Silanga at all. Everyone was different. She was merely happy this was not a spirit, and to have someone to talk to after many days without.

Heim? Silanga did not know this word, but took it to mean the stones themselves. Her smile deepend. She enjoyed learning these things. As for the rest, I am a hunter. I... was, a hunter, I should say. Like my mother, like my father, and their own. Many times over.

Her eyes trailed from the stone in the distance to the girl, properly, but did not stare at the strangeness of her face; in fact she appeared not to see it at all, and was warm.