Moonstone Quarry Every bird, gone unheard

Fleur had woken early, snuggled under the elk fur Solharr had gifted her. The gesture had meant more than she had let on and she hoped to one day return in kind. In truth, she may owe him so much more than he, and even she herself, would ever realize. 

The mornings had always called her to rise early, and despite her reluctance to emerge from her resting place, she rose to follow the sun.

She soon found him, his name a song that which left her lips on a whisper, carried by the winds that led her here.  

"Solharr."