Noon, the gully, on watch. (Attn: Whistler)

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The tribe settled down again, either returning to sleep or just resting. Lightstone reached into his pack and pulled out one of his treasures, a small globe of ice quartz that was so clear, it could turn light into rainbows when properly facing the sun. He started rolling the globe between his palms, then slowly rocked it from hand to hand, twirling the sphere across his wrists and down his forearms before letting it fall back to his fingers.*

"Looks like it's just us for a while," the rockshaper gently teased, smiling at Whistler as he spun the rock in his grasp. "What say you to some stories to pass the time?"

(* He's basically contact juggling.)