Moonstone Quarry The ground walked here is a wonder

solharr had watched her with that measured kind of amusement, the kind that settled behind one weathered brow and curled only slightly at the corner of his scarred mouth. kinusi was young—but not foolish—and he liked that about her. reminded him of old songs before they had rusted.
a menace, are you? he drawled, low and graveled, voice like stone turned warm in the sun. figured you for a storm. all shine and rattle.
he took the treat, his one good eye gleaming with a rare spark of light. hm.
if you take up the mantle, solharr rumbled, quiet now, the gravity of his voice like frost hanging in still air, wear it well. speak plain. sing proud. and don’t bow to anyone who wouldn’t bleed for you first.