Moonstone Quarry [*] The move

Rhaena felt the excitement flutter in her chest, a warmth that spread through her limbs like the first light of dawn stretching across the horizon. She had chosen to follow, to belong, and now, standing close to Pangur, she felt the weight of that choice settle in her bones; not as a burden, but as something grounding, something right.
The air was thick with the scent of earth and stone, each breath she took filled with the promise of something new. Her paws moved over the rough terrain with an eagerness she did not try to contain, relishing the way the ground felt solid beneath her. This place, this quarry, was wild and untamed, but it would be theirs.
Her gaze lifted, drinking in the sight of Solharr, his words settling over them like an unspoken vow. The stone remembers. Rhaena did not know what history had been carved into these cliffs before them, but she knew what they would leave behin; stories, lives entwined, a home built from the dust and echoes of the past.
The shadow girl turned her head slightly, catching Pangur in her periphery, the golden hue of her coat warm even in the dim morning light. There was no hesitation in her heart, no fear of what lay ahead; only the steady hum of belonging.