Moonstone Quarry maybe you're just like my mother, she's never satisfied.

snagging!

solharr watched her dance.
not from far, but not so close as to break her rhythm, not until the hum in her throat reached him like sunlight, warm and unbothered. she was light. not like snow or ash—light like flame. and that was rare, here, where the wind often howled with grief and the stone remembered blood.
he moved then, not with the weight of a king, but as a man—just a man—drawn by the scent of herbs and something easier than duty.
you bring joy with your steps, kinusi, he greeted, low and rough-voiced, but not unkind. the quarry is better for it.
a pause.
have you found what you need? his eye flicked to her bundle, then back to her bright face.