Moonstone Quarry Clair de lune

He laughed at Dash's black humor. "Fair enough, but make sure you do the same for me," he said, before beginning the slow descent down to the bottom of the quarry. It was tedious, nauseating stuff--don't look down, don't look down--but they reached the floor after a long while. Phocion let out a sigh of relief as his paws made contact with the cool stone ground.

It was fairly magnificent down here, a bowl of rock with a starry canopy above. And the pools! They glimmered in the moonlight so prettily, the water so clear Phocion had a hard time believing it was of this earth. Perhaps it was a dream. No, he thought as he dipped his muzzle down in one pool, his tongue lapping up fresh water. It was real.

After a few moments of drinking, Phocion lifted his head to look back at Dash, licking errant droplets from his muzzle. "How is Moonspear faring during this famine?" he asked casually.