Emberwood the summer of our discontent

Rock or tree: which did she prefer? Choosing between the two was the hardest thing Mother could ask of her. Marble's face scrunched up as she pondered.

These trees were very interesting. Admittedly they were more interesting than her rocks in the moment. But she couldn't bring herself to pick them over her beloved treasures. They were smaller, easy to carry, unique from eachother. They were very important to her.

Marble lifted her head to bring attention to her rock, and emphasized her choice with an enthusiastic grunt.