Stone Circle Heartland

”Tree- tré- ya! Tree is tré!” He giggled, squirming happily when she gave his shoulder a poke. He sobered up, though his cheeks were warm and sore from smiling still when she announced the den’s name: Treeheim.

His expression turned to mild curiosity when she spoke their names, and then dove into the den with the agility of a weasel. When she poked her head out, she voiced a question- and Skáld puzzled lightly over not what she’d said, but what he thought she was implying. 

She’d asked him if he liked the place- and his answer was an eager nod of his head- though what he wondered was if she was offering to share it. 

He didn’t know the word, though- and he didn’t want to get his hopes up too high. 

So he crouched and crawled forward, like a child begging for a meal he reached up to nudge the corner of her jaw. ”Skáld like,” he said, though truthfully, he was speaking more about Tauris than the den.