Going in circles

As of late, Jiro’s own mind had started to go off in directions that made him uncomfortable. Upon his return from Nihon, it had been relayed to him that his mother had disappeared. His father wouldn’t give him very many details, but that honestly hurt more. What had happened? Did she not love them anymore? The way his heart squeezed tight was an awful feeling and being in the bamboo only made it worse.

So instead of lingering miserably within the maze, he found himself spending his days exploring neighboring territories. One of his favorites was the grassy plains next door home to rising columns of stone etched with mysterious markings that glowed at night. As he walked, he thought about Imogen and wondered how she was doing. It helped to think of someone other than himself because well, that made him sad and he didn’t like being sad.

Nearing the runestones, the rhythmic thump of paws on the ground drew him closer. His brow furrows for a moment wondering why someone would be running circles around the stones. Cresting the nearby hill, he stops when he finds out who it is. Were the gods smiling upon him today? His tail wags excitedly, a half-smile embracing his muzzle as he moves to sit by the nearby stones. Once his rump is on the grass, he looks around to notice a patch of dandelions at his paws. Oh! He could gather some of these while he waited for Imogen to slow down. Knowing her, it could be awhile!