Moonstone Quarry the sky's falling baby

It took him a bit to notice her. His attention was drawn elsewhere, though not to the world around him. Something internal, a puzzle he was missing pieces for. The gentle chuff caught his ear as he reached the floor of the quarry. Dark eyes swept up, catching olive for a moment. She was small and white and vaguely reminded him of 'Liana - but her lines were too delicate, too finely crafted. That was alright. Étoille wasn't in the business of comparative studies, regardless of coincidentally shared traits.

He returned her chuff with one of his own, deeper and rumbled. She smelled of an unfamiliar pack.. there seemed to be many around here. For a moment he wondered if he was intruding on her, and it occured to him that he did not often come upon others so much as have them come upon him. The shift in dynamic did not bother him. After all, she could choose to ignore him if she pleased. Though her approach signalled differently. "Bonjour," he murmured, eyes shifting to the water. There was something glinting there. "I apologise for intruding." Étoille wasn't sorry at all. But it seemed like the proper follow through. One never knew.