Lion Head Mesa [mp] yonder

gemstones.. secret. she parroted, contemplating on the words before agreeing. she turned her gaze to the gemstone- blue like her sister’s eyes. this could be for her, racharra reasoned. 
perhaps she could bring one for her mother too, what color would she like? the cub’s body turned towards the gems that decorated the walls of the den and clawed at the ones she could. would she like yellow, like the color of her eyes? green, like the summer grass of the home they’d fled, or red. the color of war? what would her mother like, what did her mother like? the question haunted racharra as she found herself lost.

maybe her mother shouldn’t get one, for now. racharra set aside the gem that caught her eye the most. the red and blue gems made a gentle clink as they collided before racharra continued her work, prying the ones that fel off the most easily with stubby paws.