Moonstone Quarry The world that hardens as the harsher winter holds

solharr’s gaze remained steady on the horizon, the wind biting at his fur. his single eye glinted faintly as he heard her approach, but he didn’t shift until she spoke, straightening just slightly in acknowledgment.

you’ve come, his voice was low, almost like a quiet confirmation. the quarry. it endures. he glanced at the expanse of stone before them, the quiet strength of it meeting his gaze. he shifted the oxen hide on his back, the leather creaking with the motion. it’s not a graveyard. it’s what we make of it.

he paused, words thoughtful, heavy with the burden of his role.

it isn’t just surviving, he said quietly. it’s knowing you can carry the weight, no matter how heavy it is.