Stone Circle like wine as it gets older
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Ooc — mixedhearts
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It was hard not to feel intimidated among so many strangers. All her life, she'd kept to her little family of four. The world had been very quiet, and so Mya had grown to be as well. She worried that someone would try to speak to her and her voice would fail, and yet at the same time, she ached to get to know these creatures that lived so far outside the world she'd always known.

So, as reluctant as she'd been to leave her father and her brother's side, she was venturing out into the open with intentions of making a new friend.

That, and she was supremely interested in the standing stones in the middle of the territory. She'd never seen anything like it, and their very existence required careful consideration.

Her quest for friendship forgotten, she stood in the midst of the stones, staring up and around at them in silent wonder.


For @Taktuq but anyone is welcome!
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When Taktuq had returned from the wedding at Akashingo, she had thrown herself back into her duties at Kvarsheim with very little stop. The scene that had unfolded in the land of the southern wolves had disturbed her more than she cared to admit. Keeping busy helped her forget.

Almost.

She took leave from the borders today to spend time among the standing stones. She knew Sanja often frequented the ruins, and hoped, perhaps, she might find her company there.

Instead, she found another.

A smile edged along the lines of Taktuq’s face at Mya’s quiet wonder. She remembered staring at the stones in quite the same way when she had been younger. Taktuq was quiet when she drew near, respecting the yearling’s space - yet when she drew near enough alongside her, tipped her head back to consider the stones herself.

Allowing Mya to break any silence, if she wished it to be broken.
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A tawny ear twisted toward the sound of treading paws, but Mya dared not look. She was not afraid, per se, but her thoughts were caught up in the mystery of the standing stones, and she knew that, once she looked at the stranger, she would have to say something approaching intelligent if she wanted to make a good impression.

So she didn't look. And they were silent for a long moment, until the girl's youthful insecurity forced her to speak.

"They must be very old," she said in the respectful hush of an acolyte. Her logic was flawed: she thought that rocks, like trees, grew up from the earth, and that the biggest were the oldest. And these were very tall rocks!

Finally, she turned her head to peer shyly at the other wolf.

"Do you think that if fairy rings keep growing, they turn into something like this one day?" she asked, with not quite the innocence of a child, but certainly not the experience of a full-fledged adult.