Stone Circle Beholden to the dust that adheres

oh.

but maybe it was more like reverie than she had realized. the swelling of bjarna's heart and the sudden acceptance at what was shown.

if this was herself given another form, it seemed very much like herself. disjointed and not connected with the rest of the world. tears were familiar even for bjarna. even if she turned her sadness into a silent, drifting melancholy nowadays.

she opened her arms, prepared to welcome the girl.

safe,

her voice soft, but now it did not tremble with uncertain fear. it held a carefully crafted emotion of protection.

as if she healed herself by healing this blood tinted version.