Moonstone Quarry velvety and caressing

had to snag, I hope that’s okay! ^^

Nights were always the hardest. Some days it was hard to fall asleep, some to stay asleep, or some to even sleep at all. The latter affected her this time—flashes of water, screams and cries, faces she was supposed to know yet couldn’t remember played over and over in her mind every time her eyes closed, stealing any sleep she might have tonight.

So, she left her den to walk the Quarry, the elk shawl draped over her shoulders, shielding her from the chill that darkness brings. 

She paused to situate the shawl tighter, looking around as she did so. A ghostly figure sat not far from where she stood. A slow breath in through her nose told her only that the other belonged here, that Forneskja had claimed this one as theirs.

Not wanting to startle, Fleur stayed put, but cleared her throat as an indication of her presence, then soft words followed.

The Quarry is beautiful at night. If you look into the water pools, they become earth’s mirrors; the stars are alive there much the same as they are in the night sky.