Stone Circle it took every ounce of faith i had to keep on keeping on

indra glanced briefly at valette when she spoke of her own missing children. a sadness tinged her gaze, communal and emphatic. she knew too well that mourning, and felt sorry valette had experienced that brand of grief as well. i hope they return to easthollow too, the redleaf murmured, managing a soft smile before moving her vision to the stones. thank you, valette. indra dipped her head graciously, and then excused herself — she would spend the next few hours searching for a stone that suited her purpose, and would then place it upon the last trailing extension of the rocky path.

merrick, where are you? please come home.