Stone Circle mourning dove

Arlette looks dover the other. She didn't expect that answer form the young boy. She didn't think that he was that damaged but perhaps from the inside the boy was wounded. She looked at him with understanding. She could understand how he might feel. "Perhaps one day you will find out," she spoke with a soft nod. "You know, maybe we can find a flower for each other? You will find one that you think looks like me, and I will do the same for you. How does that sound?"

The female then looked around. "I might know a good place," she commented to the boy. She turned and looked over her shoulder. She didn't catch the yawn but she felt that the boy would tell her when he was tired. The girl started to walk. She had the slope in mind that was on their border with Bearclaw. It had such a nice view over the forest, stones and fields below. It was a bit of a climb but perhaps that made the boy tired enough to sleep.