"Apache" He corrects her. "The name Apache Tears came from a haunting story of the Apache Tribe. In the 1870s, the military launched a surprise attack against an Apache tribe. ... It is said that whoever owns an Apache Tear Drop will never have to cry again, for the Apache Women have shed their tears in place of yours." He says solemnly.

"But why would somebody have stone tears? Wouldn't that hurt?"

He flicks his tail in amusement, "Apache Tears are a type of Black Obsidian, but they have a more friendly vibration than some of the other types of Obsidian. They are not altered but are natural crystals that heal grief. They have a strong action to aid emotional healing and bring you comfort when you are grieving." He says.

"What's obsidian? Are those tears, too?"

"Obsidian is a hard, dark, glasslike volcanic rock formed by the rapid solidification of lava without crystallization."

"Huh?" She looks at him blankly.

Guys plz don't ping me I got no characters here and didn't sing up so ...yeah

(maybe it's cuz i know everyone here?)
:D

He shakes his head, "Nevermind"

"Okay." She goes back to staring at the walls.

He rushes under the waterfall quickly, his powerful kicks propelling him forward and onto dry land. Lianna had gotten equally wet, but luckily didn't get wet while he was swimming, only when he jumped through the waterfall. He lets her hop down before shifting, shaking his head, water droplets fly everywhere. He grabs his large bookbag, opening it to reveal various amounts and types of weapons. Smirking he grabs his sword, sheathing it quickly and connecting it to his belt. He zips his bag and shoulders it as the rest come out from the waterfall, all drenched.