Moonstone Quarry A clothing for the soul divine

the wolfdog closed the distance between the two with a few quick steps, easy smile on her features already. "hi! i'm fern." she's distracted, then, by another glint near her paw; dipping low, she inspects it carefully before deciding the tiny speck of pale something is of no interest to her. 

"this place is so cool, isn't it? do you know what it's called?" the constant threat of the whole thing collapse and burying the both of them beneath piles of stone and earth does not occur to her, and in any case, the earth has remained mostly silent the whole day long. she hopes it's a sign of good things to come, but knows that the oddness will have to cease eventually—it's just a matter of waiting it out.