Emberwood the summer of our discontent

Mother doesn’t complete the search empty handed. She pulls out a small pebble and presents it to Marble with a smile. It wasn’t the most flashy rock she’s ever seen. It certainly couldn’t compete with some of her favorites. Had she found it on her own she would’ve passed it up, but this was a unique situation. This one was hand picked by Mother, and thus worthy enough to be added to her collection.

After a very thorough look-over, Marble hummed, followed by a nod. Then she moved her own rock to the side of her mouth in order to carry the new one.