Moonstone Quarry hits the six, and it's summer

we need to thread these two again soon <3

Luhtar listened, each word settling like slow-falling snow, quieting the restless voice inside his own mind. The faith-man’s understanding wove through the silence, gentle and patient, giving Luhtar permission to be flawed, to question, to find his own stride in a world measured by countless legends and ancient names.

He released a low breath, shoulders easing as some unseen knot loosened in his chest. The quarry walls seemed closer now, as if sheltering their exchange, and he wondered if this was what it meant to find guidance among rocks and old stories—to feel less alone in doubt, to understand that the gods did not demand perfection, only honesty.

Rökkur’s suggestions—speaking with Sólhárr, considering a protector’s role—stirred a cautious warmth in Luhtar’s heart. Protecting, caring, fighting not just for himself but for others... it felt like something he could believe in. Something right. His yellow eyes lifted to meet Rökkur’s again, gratitude resting behind that muted gaze.

“Not greedy, no,” he said quietly, as if confirming Rökkur’s judgment. “I only want to do right. To stand strong for Forneskja.” A pause, the corners of his mouth twitching toward a faint, earnest smile. “I will speak to him.”

The smooth surface of the moonstone beckoned softly, reflecting their shapes in pale light. Luhtar stepped after Rökkur, ready to search for a stone of his own, ready to try. The uncertainty was still there, lingering like a whisper, but so was a renewed sense of purpose. He would learn to honor the gods in his own steady way, and maybe, as Rökkur said, they would be honored in turn.

Without another word, he followed the faith-man deeper into the quarry, leaving doubt and fear behind, if only for a time, as they went to find a piece of the night’s quiet wisdom.