Stone Circle Sleep, pretty darlin’

Her name even sounded like a flower, and it was with fond reverence that Gunnar spoke about her. Skáld could tell that he missed her, but it sounded as though Gunnar had had some time with her. He still remembered her, and with clear detail as well. The boy's expression turned to surprise, when he learned how small Thistle Cloud had been. "You are much bigger!" He said with a soft laugh. Side by side, Gunnar would likely have been several inches taller than his mother, it seemed. The boy had to wonder, then- how tall was his own mother? Surely, she was taller than him...

"You have siblings as well? What was your father's name?" He wanted to learn more- and to believe that Gunnar had grown up with a loving, kind family.