Rosewater Oasis Goodbye, sweet things

He found himself churning ideas as she spoke. She worshipped the sun when it was at its gentlest- something he found interesting, but chose not to question. The stones seemed to have some significance, though it was their reflective qualities she sought. An idea came to mind, of a stone that might not necessarily reflect the sun's light, but might imitate it. He thought he'd seen some, not long ago. A closer inspection might land him something she might value very much. 

"Well I am glad to hear that," He said. "I've met others who do perform sacrifices- more prey than anything, but you know. To each their own," He said. "Though I don't think there's a single creature on this earth that hasn't worshipped the sun at some point or other in their life," he said.