Moonstone Quarry Every bird, gone unheard

“Love endures and love changes. it shapes who we are—I do not find it unnatural at all.” A paw outstretched to touch his, a comfort she dared.

“I haven’t known what you have, or at the very least can’t remember if I have, and I find myself both grateful and wanting.” A sigh in the silence that followed.

It was troubling, not being able to call on her memories. 

She met his single gaze, her eyes traveling over his handsome face, thoughtful. Weighted. “What is unnatural to me is patience, that I have always known, yet I find myself wanting to slow down and enjoy what is before me.”

She looked off to the Quarry, but her thoughts remained tethered on the man before her.

His quiet offer returned her eyes to his, a meeting of souls who have lost much, yet still carry on. She reached for the marmot pelt, her paw gently tracing its softness. She did not look at him as she spoke.

Her voice matched his own shyness. “I…enjoy hearing your voice.” She clutched the pelt to her chest, as if it were a shield that would protect a heart that rattled in its cage.