C A L L A
It would make more sense in Halo, although Calla isn't too bothered by this discrepancy. She's found a great many out-of-place rocks here, often left behind as offerings to the dead or carved into tombstones for those who sought to give their loved ones a more unique place to rest.
As for how it got there? Calla shrugs, warming visibly under the glow of Flora's easy grin. "An animal might have brought it - cloud wyrms love anything shiny, and dream birds have been known to add interesting rocks to their nests." Perhaps a creature had been carrying home their newfound treasure when they came across the fire, dropping it when smoke touched their lungs and caused them to adjust their course.
She's tucked the stone into her bag and kneels again into the ashes, setting back to the task of cleaning off the grave. It's a task she'd usually spend a good deal of time on, but now her movements are practiced and hurried - she doesn't want to keep her new companion waiting for too long. "Hmm?" comes the distracted response to Flora's question, followed by a warm, "Oh, yes. I'm an appren--" She stops, catching herself as she stumbles on the word like a well-worn step, the mistake as oft-repeated as it is unavoidable. Casting her eyes back to her work, the girl swallows down a knot of grief before pushing on. "I mean, I'm a Keeper. Barrows Keeper. Calla- that's my name."
