Moonstone Quarry The ground walked here is a wonder

sólhárr let out a rough breath—not quite a laugh, but it shook something loose in his chest all the same.

so i can bleed and feel things? he rumbled, voice curling dry around the words, the one good eye slanting toward her. gods save me, kinusi. maybe next you'll say i ought to cry when the flowers bloom.

but there was warmth beneath it. not mockery.

he winced as the water touched raw hide, but made no sound. his gaze drifted to the creek, then back to her—her nose twitching, her clever mouth moving like she always had a tune tucked behind her teeth.

they already whisper, he admitted after a pause, a hint of mischief tugging behind the rough burr of his tone. some say i’ve got a favorite now. a bird with herbs and sass.

he rolled his shoulder slightly under her touch, slow and careful, letting her work. she was thorough. and funny.

mm. his tail twitched once behind him.
got me good. guess it was fair, right?

he exhaled, almost grinning.