Moonstone Quarry For of sugar and ice, I am made

Sumac frowned, tilting his head as the stranger passively berated - and knocked some common sense - into his head. Perhaps she was right, and he'd forgotten one of the most important tenants of scouting that his father had taught him: don't take unnecessary risks. A dead scout was a useless scout.

"Hmm... perhaps you're right," he muttered to himself, glancing over his shoulder to eye the gaping chasm behind him, "Th-thanks. I guess it would have been a pretty dumb move, huh? Plenty of other areas to explore."

Head and tail lowered, he slowly padded away from the quarry on careful steps, keeping his gaze on the intimidating elder but not daring to meet her gaze. She was pretty scary, actually. Somehow, he had the feeling that if he lingered, she might lose patience and decide to give him a swift kick in the ass.

"Th-thanks again," he said softly, and paused. Would he dare? Curiosity won out. Yeah, he dared. "S-sorry, I didn't catch your name."