Emberwood the summer of our discontent

gonna wrap if thats ok : )

 

It seemed Star's little pebble didn't necessarily impress her daughter upon first inspection- the girl did not squeal with delight, nor did her tail wag- rather, she had the intent focus of a professor-archeologist across her pale face, dusting off fossils with a fine precision and deciding how much cash they could grab. In the end, Marble didn't criticize the findings at all, at least not aloud. She hummed and nodded, lifting the new rock and accepting it as her own- causing Star to smile gently. If only she knew what categorized that pebble as acceptable, she would've been touched even further. For now all she could do was uselessly wonder, as she watched her child go about her search.