Moonstone Quarry Every bird, gone unheard

She understood, truly, she did. The quiet made space for thoughts, for fears, for wants, for what ifs. But, it never spoke back, and sometimes that was needed more than time alone.

“Well, should you want to voice these thoughts…you know, to quiet your mind even if for a little while, there are ears happy to listen.” Head titled and with sun-kissed ears forward, she would listen. 

Solharr was a man with so much burden on his shoulders while also grieving a love lost. If she could do one thing, it would be this—she would give him a place to lay it all out.

No judgement nor scrutiny. No—she offered openness. Safety.