"There is, yes. I don't know if the stones actually have a name, though apparently some of the locals call them Merlin's stones. The hill's called Craigh na Dun, though. I freely admit to having no idea what that translates to, if anything, but I rather like the sound. It feels fitting, almost, don't you think? Very romantic and such."
It's when they've actually neared the stone closest to then that she develops a faint frown, cocking her head as she listens to a sound only she can hear.
"Do you hear a--well, a buzzing? Almost like bees?"
It wouldn't puzzle her at all, except there are no trees nearby. Nowhere, in fact, to build a hive, let alone conceal one. There's no swarm in sight, either.
But she distinctly hears buzzing, and the sound actually seems to be getting louder.
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It's when they've actually neared the stone closest to then that she develops a faint frown, cocking her head as she listens to a sound only she can hear.
"Do you hear a--well, a buzzing? Almost like bees?"
It wouldn't puzzle her at all, except there are no trees nearby. Nowhere, in fact, to build a hive, let alone conceal one. There's no swarm in sight, either.
But she distinctly hears buzzing, and the sound actually seems to be getting louder.