Stone Circle Heartland

In spite of all the early memories he had of his homelands, he found them changed and unfamiliar upon his return. Snow had melted and leaves had sprouted, crocuses blossoming in the wooded areas and bluebells in the plains.  Despite all the novelties, he found himself revelling in the sight of growing flora. He’d forgotten how much he’d liked plants. He felt as though he’d still been just a toddler when the snow had come. 

Strength came to him more slowly than the spring came to Kvarsheim, though with every meal he felt a little bit more like himself. His sleep improved, which served to brighten his mood, and made him eager to explore the lands he’d once called home, and see how it looked dressed up in Springtime fashion.

The wolf who had greeted him caught his eye, though he felt sheepish still for having merited a stern eye from her. He felt indebted to her, but such a thing weighed on him. His hunting skills were still quite lacking, and he did not have the health to give away anything he did catch. 

But he had found something- 

A piece of quartz. 

Skáld had seen the flicker of light reflecting off the stone’s surface, and had dug it out of the cool earth. There was just a hint of lilac to it, but it was otherwise clear, with little lines like cobwebs threading through it. 

He was not far from where he’d stashed it away when he spotted Tauris, and immediately made a beeline for it so he might present it to her. He felt a bit foolish, approaching her with his belly low and a barely noticeable gap between his lips, but he beseeched her to slow and greet him with a quiet whine, hoping she might have even a moment to spare for him.