Stone Circle First Autumn

A long overdue thread for you! @Astrid 

There had been a change to the boy's world.

Summer blooms had begun to shrivel. Yielding to the new chill that stole away into the evenings. He could have sworn that the nights were longer now too. Having left the rendezvous, he had come out the fields of the Heim. Morning dew clung to the grass as he waded through.

The boy had changed too. Growing quickly, he remained sturdy in frame. Inheriting his Faðir's heft, he no longer tottered about their territory upon unsteady limbs. Turning now teal eyes over his shoulder, he looked back in the direction from whence he came. Was he alone?