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

he huffed through his nose, the faintest sound of amusement — a rare thing, but kinusi always seemed to coax it from him.
then i count myself lucky, he rumbled, his voice warm like the earth after rain."for the wind could carry far worse things than you.
his eye lingered on the herbs she'd gathered, the flick of her tail, the way her laughter lingered like smoke in the air. there was comfort in her presence, bright and grounded, and it made the quarry feel more like home.
thank you, kinusi. for your care.
he dipped his head in parting — a gesture of respect, of quiet fondness — then turned, broad shoulders fading into the carved stone paths of the quarry, leaving behind the soft scent of sun and frost.