Moonstone Quarry after the snow

Their leader had gone, followed by the trailing of some others. The quarry was frozen in time by this, it seemed, though Anaona did her best to remain busy. Easy to do, with what little a group they were. 

Digging now through the soft loam near the river for fungi, she pauses in this as the scent of Sólhárr's comes to her on the breeze. Taking the last mushroom she had found and settling it in her pile, she then makes way to the source. The young man of sun and moon was here, someone she assumed related to @Fleur with their similiar coats, both of such unique vibrance. 

Pausing near, pale eyes fix upon their lead. Have you found peace? Sorrow he wore like a harloom, the same which she dressed in. Anaona had long accepted the burning up of her once life, had known such cruelty to be the way of things, as equal love and beauty could come of things. Still, she struggled to find herself once again with this new start. Had Sólhárr's journey brought him relief?