Redhawk Caldera In search of

Finley grinned at her nephew's enthusiasm. She hadn't expected him to be able to pronounce sparkly, but he did do better with the word than she had thought he would. She nodded in encouragement, then paused as he asked about one of the other stones. She peered at the small gray rock, stumped.

"That is.. uh... gray.. rock. Gray rock!" she said after a beat, smiling again. Hopefully he would forget this ever happened, otherwise one day he would probably wise up and judge her for her lack of creativity in pulling these names out of her ass.