Moonstone Quarry The world that hardens as the harsher winter holds

solharr's single eye lingered on her profile, sharp against the jagged skyline. her words drifted through the cold like mist, stirring something he couldn't quite name. a smile threatened the edge of his scarred mouth—wry, worn, but real.

he grunted low, a sound of recognition more than amusement. this means you're joining us, then?

not a question, not really. more a quiet confirmation of what he'd already begun to believe. her steps were quiet, her silences telling. and in them, he heard what words refused to say.