Mason
She walks away, checking each stone, once again… and avoiding eye contact… once again…
“Anneanne Aiyla tells a lot of tales.” she just says.
“She is the one who got you into ancient civilizations?”
“Maybe.” My mate shrugs her shoulders.
“What are you thinking about?” I insist.
“I don’t know… I am just… this is very important, Mason… Göbekli Tepe and Adelaide’s hole are almost exactly the same…”
“You should ask your grandma.” I circle back to her grandmother.
“It is not just about Anneanne Aiyla’s stories. I read the same stories in the lore.”
“And?” I push her.
“…And I wonder whether there are other henges with similar carvings around the world… Which would make this lore… this mythical tale true.” She confesses.
“Why are you calling it mythical? It is about clans, no?”
