Stone Circle Wisdom comes with age,

There is conversation erupting all around, and yet all falls off when she hears the name uttered.

Reverie. Her friend had fled from the valley. Her friend that had perhaps needed her, and she hadn’t been there. And now she was gone. A heart is shorn from her chest where a great hollowness spreads and as she struggles to remember the last words they’d spoken to each other.

But it’s as if in slow motion that the silver creek woman tumbles, and that emptiness ignites into panic. She is frozen helpless, silence rolling into fretful gasp, taking a staggering step back as others rush forward, hurrying out of the way.

She looks to Gunnar, to Taktuq, anyone whose eyes she might catch to give instruction on how to help. What to do.