Moonstone Quarry [*] The move

Pangur walks behind Solharr, a steadfast shadow for the Hárkonungr, to follow in his steps wherever they might have lead. Normally, she was happy to move on, she'd spent her life doing so, and so somewhere along the way it had become as natural as breathing, but this time she finds herself reluctant, so attached she had become to the forest, the homely glade they'd made their own. The beauty of the place is not lost on her, towering walls of stone, the stories of time etched into each banded layer; and that alone soldified it as somewhere old and sacred. She would adapt. She always did.

There was still much to be done. They must make this place their own, forge something new from the ashes of a dwindling forneskja. A rebirth, here in this rocky cradle in the earth. Pangur would have to get to work.