Moonstone Quarry you've taught me to call them all escapes

Marruz was an observant creature. He had known from the moment his peripherals stirred that another presence would blemish this tranquil moment. Still, there was a part of him that willed silence to remain. No interaction, after all, meant nothing exchanged; nothing to prove irksome to the irascible youth.

When the fellow met the bottom, therefore, Marruz's tall frame did not so much as tremor. No matter how alert he was within, there were worse responses he could have employed. Only when sound swelled across the clearing did he show signs of consciousness: a subtle flick of the ear and nothing more.

"What does it look like?" he finally replied with an intended note of sarcasm. His gaze remained pinned resolutely heavenward.