Stone Circle children of the stones

Sven had no plants, but between teeth he carried a few feathers from a bird he had chased. He had not won, but the festhers he felt were good. He placed them atop with a small stone to hold them down.

Slate eyes looked over the stones as he settled near his brother and mother. He said nothing. Finding he didn't much like to speak anymore. Preferring the silence. Words meant nothing and they saved no one. But he could listen as Fadir had.