Moonstone Quarry A clothing for the soul divine

the water all around is cold, still, but eerily beautiful. she feels, somehow, that she's in a place she shouldn't be; a place she could easily disturb should she not be careful enough. and so Fern finds herself now at the bottom of one of the deepest pools, ignoring the chill and the suspicious lack of fish in an attempt to stay down here as long as she can. it takes quite a bit of manoeuvering, granted, but in the dim light she can just make out something on the bottom of the pool, pale and glinting—

the girl breaks the surface with a gasp, sucking in still air as her paws pedal beneath her, blinking through the water streaming from her crown. there, on the other side of the great cavern, was movement. pushing towards the edge, Fern pulled herself from the pool, fur clinging tightly to her and proving just how tiny she truly was. she chuffs, softly, not wanting to break the reverence that hangs over this place but curious at the presence of another here.