Dragoncrest Cliffs the ghost of cincinnati

Rosalyn looked utterly indifferent to the storm as she seemed to weigh Haunt's words. For a split second, Haunt wondered if perhaps she wouldn't be welcomed back, not because of her obvious physical shortcomings but because she'd left in the first place. Just because Erzulie had said she could return didn't mean everyone would welcome her back with open arms. She hadn't really considered it until now, though it was an important lesson.

In the end, the Tanzanite accepted her and suggested they seek shelter in the caves. Haunt felt a strong swell of emotion in response to those simple words. First, she felt immensely grateful to be back here, back home. And just thinking about the caves made her so poignantly nostalgic, it was almost painful. Mixed in there was a rush of glee, because she would see them again in just a few moments.

"Sounds good. Thank you, Rosalyn," the yearling said, voice still raised to be heard, some of her effusive feeling simply lost in the sounds of the storm.