Stone Circle Heartland

Skáld felt his heart clatter in his chest, watching her whirl, catching the change in the smile on her face as she found delight in the structure of the den. He thought he saw her lips move- reflecting the thoughts that likely raced through her mind, leaving him wondering what it was she was thinking. 

He tilted his head at the word visit. A habit which was adorable, but made his lack of understanding blatantly obvious every time he encountered a word he did not understand. When went on to ask him to teach, and his tail waved. 

If she was asking him to teach her Icelandic, at Tréheim, he thought what the word “visit” might mean. His ears tilted back, falling slightly when he guessed that it meant to come and go- and he was right, though he wouldn’t know it. Instead, he sought verification- choosing instead to wonder if “visit” was another word for

”Stay?”