Stone Circle Beholden to the dust that adheres

no.

this was a cruel joke. for a brighter version of herself to come with anger in its heart. dressed in fire and blood. it would take her own and she would —

it sunk. down with regret into the snow.

bjarna could nearly not hear for the way her heart thudded so heavily that her ears hurt. perhaps it was for the best too, that anxiety gripped her into a deafness. she would not have understood the words crafted for her anyway.

she hesitantly lifted a paw, held it to her chest. followed a song and dance of what usually occurred — despite the fact that this was very far from normal.

bjarna,

her voice soft. trembled and wary.

you?