Moonstone Quarry A clothing for the soul divine

she accepts the definition easily;  despite agana's hesitation, she does not doubt the woman's knowledge. she wonders how it came to be, though. perhaps another quake, long ago? she hadn't thought holes appearing in the ground possible, but just a few days ago she'd seen a sinkhole open up in her path. things where changing, or perhaps, revealing themselves as forces that had always existed, slumbering.  

she doesn't much like thinking about the state of the universe, and so when agana expresses her excitement, fern nods quickly. "yeah! I'll be back." she spins and steps lightly back the way she'd come, stepping into the pool she'd come from like a duck into water. for a moment, she's gone, diving smoothly beneath the surface, and the water almost stills. and she she breaks the surface, something clutched tight in her jaws. taking a few steps from the pool's edge, she drops the stone, admiring it. 

trembling slightly (the chill of going in and out of the cold pools on a colder day is starting to get to her) she has to admit the stone appeared more magical on the bottom of the pool, something unknowable. up here, it's solid and concrete, magical qualities stripped away but no less beautiful. "see?"