Stones as Old as Time

Amory had decided to take a break from her studies, choosing to take a stroll to the strange circle of stones that sat on the moor. She studied hard day in and day out, often forgetting to take some time for herself to just relax and not think about her work. She wanted to be the best healer and warrior she could be...or whatever path she decided on. Honestly, she wasn't sure. She could fight if she needed to, but she wasn't confident in that area. She was more of an intellectual being, preferring to use calculated words instead of brute force. Not that she had any, she was smaller than most in her family, after all. And though Aoife had her beat when it came to being smaller in size, her sister was more a fighter than she was. But if her smaller sister could do it, she could too, couldn't she?

Upon reaching the stones, she sat in front of one of them as she once again, studied the runes etched into it. She didn't know why she kept coming back to study them...it was almost as if she was hoping to one day figure out what they said, but she knew nobody ever would. She felt a calm sense of security here. Like the stones purpose was to offer safety, and security, and comfort. Whatever it was, she felt like everything was alright when she was here. She could think more clearly, and not worry about anything else.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think