Moonstone Quarry We've gotta let go of all of our ghosts

He was no fan of the mountains, that much was clear, and he moved away from the towering spires as often as he could, patrolling the flatlands and forests that surrounded the mountain known as Moonspear. And yet even in the distance were these hills of rock and stone, invading his view. Only a few leagues away were the flatlands, the Plains where the Dotharan set up their khalas...soon to be frozen over by feet of snow. He grunted, turning his attention away from such places, at least for now. He instead sought out the bowl of off-white he saw near one rocky hill, gasping in amazement at the sight of it all, but he quickly lost any positive interest as he slid down the slopes, treading on rocks at he went. The Dotharan spat and cursed even more; why anyone would want hard rocks constantly puncturing their pawpads was beyond him, but the curiosity of what this place was still intrigued him.

He was not the only one, as he found out, nearly tripping over a particularly huge stone. He heard the sound of claws against rock echoing through the quarry, his ears cupping to catch the location of the sound. He followed after, seeing a pale woman weaving through the stones. Chiori, He called to her, Woman. What is this?