Moonstone Quarry wasteland, baby!

Ever the restless spirit, Fleur danced down to the edges of their borders, a want to explore propelling her. There was a freedom in her movements, a lightness in her step as the winds curled around her. Their whispering songs following her as she adventured along their borders.

What she did not realize was that her outing would not involve an adventure beyond, but rather something closer to home. A stranger’s call turned her attention, an unknown scent mixing with that of one of Forneskja. She padded quickly, not knowing what she would come upon when she found their sources.

Eyes of sunstone soon landed on two figures: a young stranger, draped in silvers and grays, and a Forneskja woman, clad in earth tones. She had not met this one yet, and though it probably would have been best if they had prior to this confrontation with a stranger, but it’ll have to do!

Hello, there! A quick bounce down from the Quarry’s ridge and she was upon them, a bright, warm smile for them both. Who do we have here? A young stranger, it seems. 

Echoing the female’s words she welcomed him, her eyes dancing, assessing. Welcome. What brings you to Forneskja?