Rosewater Oasis I dream in oily fluorescent swirls

Sitting the way she had, he kept most of his weight on his hind quarters while using his front paws to gently turn the stones over and over, making sure not to put too much pressure on them. Within moments, he began to feel a burn in his hips and quadriceps, though he didn't want to show weakness this early on, and merely pushed through it. He began to appreciate Widower's skill on a different level, and saw the strength it took just to balance while processing the gemstones. 

"I want to find some opals." He admitted, as he paused to stretch his legs, fishing the turquoise out of the water to see his progress. Very little, thus far, but at least some of the roughness to its edges had been worn down. He resumed his crouch, and began to push the stones around in the water again, gently. "Some sunstones, jasper..." He listed, timing the words with the movements of his front paws. He looked up at Widower without stopping. "What're your top picks?" He asked non-chalantly.