Moonstone Quarry A clothing for the soul divine

The female called herself Fern, and this Fern’s smile made her feel somewhat strange. The world was collapsing under their very noses, and she still.. smiled. How could she smile? In a dark world such as this, how could her lips still curl into a smile?

“Good afternoon, I’m —” fern’s lack of focus made her eyebrow rise in annoyance. “ — Agana.” Silence, “Pleased to make your aquaintance, Fern.” The beige woman noticed the girl’s distraction was something shiny. As it seems, they had mutual passions; somewhat.

“Yes it is. It’s called ‘Moonstone Quarry’ if I’m not mistaken.” Words left her with a good taste in her mouth; she could finally share her knowledge with someone, without looking like a fool. Her eyes scanned the landscape arround her. “This place is good for relaxation,” her golden gaze turned to the tiny Fern in front of her. “And if you’re lucky enough, you may find a Moonstone.”