Stone Circle who am I to say

Jealousy clung to her like the heat scent that now filled these wilds.

Taktuq had never yearned for children. In springs past, she had seen them as blessing - but blessings for others. Blessings she had no thought to bear nor raise nor enjoy as sons and daughters of her very flesh. But something shifted this spring, and she sat near the Pilgrim Stone in quiet thought.

Bjarna would be too young to understand. Ethan too new to motherhood. And the others? Oh, she longed for her mother! No one here had the years to think in ways she had not.

Except, perhaps, one.

The idea dawned and rested between her shoulders, but the weight felt light, right. Soon she lifted a soft note, and called out for @Gunnar.