Stone Circle moðir

Tauris bridles tall against the other’s indignance, her face a whetted blade. She is too wild to feel anything but the pure and rousing instinct to protect Skáld;

To protect her son.

“No- without Gunnar, there would have been no heim,” she corrects, her gaze piercing.

“He has passed. Bjarna is still gone.”

“So go. You’re good at running away, Sanja. Shouldn’t be hard for you now."