It almost felt wrong to take a stone from the path lining their way. If everyone did that, then there would be no stones left, and everyone would get lost.

Plus… there was something about it being an important act. Something special. Like when they had talked about the alter in the Cavern.

So Sunny simply listened, taking in the calm quiet. He perks up at Celehar’s words, needing to take a bout of silence to figure out how he wanted to word it.

“It’s… yours… the sky… from your… memory…” Maybe that was why it felt special. Nostalgic, even.