Moonstone Quarry ^____________________________^

It didn’t surprise her in the least to hear that Cicero, among anothers, was gone. She should’ve been similarly unsurprised by the given reason for relocating, though Pie met this information with a blink. Why did everyone give up so easily? Was nothing sacred, not even the ground upon which a village was built? Maybe Tiuttuk was the one putting far too much significance on what amounted to dirt.

She didn’t get a chance to say anything about the subject, since Fleur’s next few statements distracted her. The mention of her sister’s name lit up Treepie’s face visibly, only for a shadow to pass over it when Fleur mentioned her grandmother. She might not—must not, given her breezy comment—know about Kukutux’s passing.

Tikaani is both my sister and closest friend, Tiuttuk said with a decisive dip of her chin, and Kukutux was my grandmother. I’m afraid she passed away not too long ago, my grandfather as well. But, yes, Moon Woman was many wonderful things, including a legend in her own right.

Pie gave that a moment to land before clearing her throat and inquiring, Would you care to tell me more about your village here—just anything you wouldn’t mind sharing with a neighbor?