C A L L A
Pretty indeed; Calla is enchanted by the stone, the way it seems to reflect shafts of sunlight despite the post-fire haze. "It's warm," she notes with some surprise, eyebrows rising as she runs her fingers over its radiant surface. "Maybe residual heat from the fire? But it looks like a sunstone, and they'd only stay warm for minutes..." She trails off, musing, her love of stones
It could be an offering to a god, she nods in agreement. Calla's eyes flick back up; she follows Flora's gaze as she peers into the smoke, though she needs not look to know her way. "Southeast, past the next barrow mound and around the copse of firs, then up an incline. " It's said with the easy confidence of someone who grew up walking these hills. Looking back to Flora, she bites her lower lip. "Do you think we should take it there? I can show you the way, once I'm done here?" Nervous and earnest, she waits for a response, not sure what would be worse - rejection, or the inevitability of embarrassing herself as she tries valiantly to seem chill.
