Moonstone Quarry The world that hardens as the harsher winter holds

solharr’s steps slowed just enough to draw beside her, the snow crunching soft beneath wide paws. the smile that touched his face was quiet, small—a thing built of gratitude, worn smooth by time and silence. he looked ahead, then to her, and gave a single nod.

come, he said simply.

he turned, pace sure, leading her up the winding slope where stone met sky. no fanfare, no ceremony—just the sound of wind slipping past, and the warmth of something unspoken between them. when he spoke again, it was low and gravel-edged.

they’re tucked behind the high ridge. out of the wind. strong stone. quiet. a pause. they’ll do.

and still, that small smile lingered. she had come far. and now, he would show her the way forward.

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