Moonstone Quarry For of sugar and ice, I am made

“Oh, well, then… ah-haha,” Sumac laughed uneasily, a tinge of embarrassment expressing itself on his face as he rubbed the back of his head with a forepaw. Apt to take things literally, he had yet to learn the fine arts of subtlety and sarcasm in conversation. As such, Towhee’s teasing had flown right over his head like a terrified ptarmigan. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Towhee,” he replied, turning to fully face her now. Some of his submissive posture softened, and he no longer resembled a giant house cat slinking away from a threat.

“Live? Well… nowhere right now. My home is… well, gone,” he explained, “So I’m learning the area with my dearest friend, Easy. I’ve heard of Moontide, but I’m not too familiar with it. Right now, we’re visiting with Moonsong. I reckon we’ll be moving off soon. From there, who knows?”