Moonstone Quarry hits the six, and it's summer

trade: spiritualist

here, luhtar was vulnerable, something that he wore like a decade-old coat. too tight, no longer fitting as it may have once, roughened and dirtied, tossed to the side. but it seemed, now, that perhaps he could stretch it out, that he could wear his vulnerability and be comfortable within it. but, not yet, rökkur did not think. many things could happen in a single night, but to rework the comfort of expressing ones self would take many, many days and nights. and so it went compartmentalised, neatly tucked into the back of rökkur's mind. not yet spoken on ; only when luhtar was ready.

it is the first step that matters most. he guided, looking from the glacier-blue of his eyes back to the stone of the quarry, searching for that milky shine that was so commonly attributed to the gem he sought after. an item that máni may accept as a gift. and luhtar was searching for his place, his duty to forneskja, just as the faith-man searched for the stone. you wish to hear stories, the guardian hummed. then it is the tales i will tell you. but it is you who must interpret them, my friend.

and just as he was about to halt his search, a glimmer caught his eye, and so rökkur worked his way towards it, looking back to luhtar, beckoning him with a wide sway of his tail. he carefully nudged the stone out of the cropping, pale and refracted with light of all hues. placing it down upon the floor of the quarry, it sat between the two men. rökkur was settled on his haunches, now, facing luhtar. you are brave, he begun, body stilled, as if he was becoming one with the stone ; as if animated by a higher presence.

you have sought wisdom in the face of uncomfortability, and that makes you strong ; you have the spirit of a warrior, luhtar. of sól, god of sun, of light, of courage. he bore his weight admirably, and lit the days for our wolves so that they may flourish and hunt. it is his light that encourages máni to shine, and you are the same in the way in which you encourge so many forneskjans. the faith-man took a breath, then, but was quick to continue, ever the servant to those seeking spiritual knowledge.

it is up to you to forge your own path, he said, then, his tone returning to that of a mere mortal. no longer echoing throughout the cave, quieted, intimate, as if it were only for the moonstone between them to hear. but you must harness your confidence, and the strength of your spirit. i see much potential within you ; i see you protecting, fighting for the wolves of forneskja. you are honoured, luhtar.

rökkur stood, then, and looked up to the moon. it had shifted since he had entered. his gaze returned to luhtar. do you wish to seek a moonstone of your own? it may provide comfort for when you are feeling misguided. he nudged the gem with his paw.