AN: Boah.
Brightstone
Iron sang as the pick dug into the Wall, the Kin seeking to pry sacred treasures from the mountains bounty. The hum and bark of chatter echoed throughout the tunnels, bringing with it the blessing of life, of companionship and family.
And yet The Kin dug alone, in search of the Stone.
Pick. Pick. Pick. Pick.
Iron dug deep, seeking to find the promised Stone. The Stone that would bring his Pack glory, or bring vultures and nest destroyers to their home to find the stone. The Stone. The Blinding Stone. The Glimmering, beautiful Stone.
Pick. Pick. Pick. Pick.
He dug all night and all day, digging until the voices faded, until the warmth of home had fled. Until darkness and silence had swallowed him. Until his paws bled, and his muscles screamed and snapped in protest.
Pick. Pick. Pick. Pick.
They had told him that such Stone could not exist. The elders, his mates, his Kin, had said that such Stone could not exist in this place. Too far, too deep. Better to make tunnels, expand the Packs home. Look for Hard-stone, the thing the Tall-Winged-Bird-Lions craved to make their Blades-Sing-Cut-Tools. Or Soft-Stone, to make pots or carriers for Pups-Kin or water.
And still the Kin swung, so sure that his prize awaited before him. A prize he had dreamed of. The Stone that called to the Kin.
Pick. Pick. Pick. Pick.
Clink.
A pause. A flash as claws dig across stone. Light blooms.
Bright light. Brilliant, beautiful brightness.
Bright-stone.
"My Lady, we have arrived."
Gleaming Pearl looked up from her scroll, having been so focused on its strange, bizarre writing. Her maid gestured to her left and Pearl looked out , gazing out the window as the mountain came ever closer. The sky was cloudy, but she thought she could see a hint of golden color reflecting off the mountains side. She shook her head at the thought, the bizarre writings were probably making her imagination run wild.
They were headed to one of the mining camps in the western corners of the Empire. Already, she thought she could hear the distinctive clink and pick over the sound of rushing water from the river to her left. Her maid caught her attention, looking, once again, nervous and concerned.
"Are you sure of this, my lady? I'm sure there were other, more..," the maid paused, searching for the word. "Pleasant places to find Diamond Dogs. Why, the royal capital for one." Pearl sighed, having heard this argument before from Papa and Mama already. She shook her head, light purple mane swinging lightly against her light cream fur.
"As I told my father and mother,"she began, looking out the carriage window as they neared the mine, the river bubbling and rushing past. " I wish to see them at work in the field. Getting it explained to me does no good. I wish to speak to an expert, and for that I need an Elder." " But my lady, why not just request that one come to you in the Palace?" "Because, Windy, I need to observe their knowledge first thing. Besides, it can't be that dangerous! They do it all the time." Windy Breeze sighed, knowing that her young charges mind was made up, and just hoped things wouldn't be too difficult.
—————————Lenny—————————
Sun-Born-Quiet-Stride-Bright-Stone, or Elder Sunstone as he was know by the Pup-Fools-Stone-Heads these days, watched as the the Bright-Stone-Alpha-Pup-Pony got out of the carriage and walked towards him, her light fur glinting in the dim light. He sighed, looking up at Sky-Dome-Sun as the sound of work echoed behind him. The Elder Kin was not having a good day.
First, his Kin-Bone-Stone-Head-Nephew had managed to mess up his poultice, meaning his aches and pains wouldn't be getting any relief. Then, some Pup-Stone-Damned royal had decided that she wanted to get ' Hoof first experience of Diamond Dog mining and Geology.' Stone damned pups, coming to the end of nowhere to bother a Elder. No respect these pups, these-
"Elder Sunstone?" He started. The Youngest Royal gazed at the Elder with concern, Violet-Gem-Stone eyes looking with some worry. " Are you alright?" Such an pretty eyes. He wondered if the Bright-Stone his ancestor-sire-Elder-Iron-Bright-Stone had shined just as bright. Wait, back on topic.
In response, the Elder looked her up and down, snorted, and turned away, waving with his cane for the Royal to follow. The Pony gaped, then quick followed after with a squeal of words. If she wanted to see what the Kin knew, by the Pack he would show her.
AN: Traaaaaaaaash Lenny.
This took way to long. Ugh.
@Quester, Lenny, take this, it is my gift.