Stone Circle bound by bonesong

the priest emerges from isolation; stepping out of the shadows of the stone circle which he’d clung to like a wraith burned by the sun.

the sun’s warmth is chillier than before, a sign of the coming frosts.

sea-glass gaze narrows and he gives a shake of his coat; unkempt and tangled with leaves. the threadbones’ song had lowered in their crescendo tapering off and freeing him from their spell.

the commanders have gone quiet and in the silence ingram is jumpy, awakened like an unsure cub stepping out of the den for the first time.