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

his eye warmed to her grin, cragged and bright like a cliff face kissed by light. it softened him, in that quiet way she always seemed to manage—never by force, never by expectation. simply by being.
he stepped near as she laid the bundle down, gaze falling to her findings with the care of one who knew how to listen, even in silence.
you’ve gathered well, he said, low but true. the gods must favor you today.
a pause, then a flicker of something else—a rare glint of humor beneath the gravel of his voice.
and mint, solharr added, one ear canting forward. for the pups who chew everything.