Moonstone Quarry peach or plum or strawberry

the sly jawahir and gracious have parted ways and the woman snakes her way through teekon. sometimes, she would find herself trying to find the scent of oceane, though it would always end poorly. perhaps the sea-dweller was lost, perhaps simply tired of traveling with her old partner. either way, gracious continues to move on.

though, she is up past her sleeping hours. a sense of insomnia washes up against her and she is left feeling restless. she has traveled far along, yet lacks the feeling of being tired, hopefully, this would end soon. no sleep meant the wrinkles would become more prominent on her face, and that was the last thing the aging woman wanted.

tonight, she finds herself sliding down the edge of the limestone towards the pools of water below. she is not light-footed enough to be able to crawl along the narrow edges of the quarry and therefore decides to head straight on. thankfully, with her awake nature, she avoids falling and hurting herself. though, when she reaches the bottom, she notices that a shadow has beaten her to the spot.

she is not too far off from him and notices his quick nature to enter the pool. she curiously watches him, though offers a loud chuff to avoid scaring him once he takes notice to the burly grey woman that is not too far from his own body.