Sleeping Dragon Simply to move through the sunlight

alls welcome! Some mild assumptions

She'd been accepted into the fold, signed onto the crew, and that was that.  Thuring had given her the overview, laid out the expectations, and pointed her to some wolf called Portia.  A healer?  She had yet to seek her out, and instead had found herself a nice little spot to nestle down and relax, for the first time able to do so without that voice in the back of her mind saying move, go, this place isn't yours.  Because now this place was, at least for the time being.

Rosalyn had never even considered specialization, yet here it seemed such a thing was a necessity.  And while she relaxed, she wondered if there was even any talent she could utilize for such a reason.  She was kinda a shit hunter, and not so slick in combat.  Things admitted only privately, but truths.  What could she do?

Perhaps if they needed a recruiter.  Vlad might have been a couple sticks short of a bundle but they guy had a tongue that could talk a bird into a snake nest.  She'd maybe been around enough to pick up a trick or two - but this pack was huge, from what she could tell.  Hardly hurting for eager sign-ons.  

Two months.  At least she'd have time to recover before they kicked her out for no talent, she thought with a hint of rueful amusement.  Or maybe she'd surprise herself.  She always did like a challenge.

She continued to think on it as she slowly stretched her aching shoulder, wincing as the stuff muscles creaked and protested.  She couldn't afford to let it stiffen completely and prevent her moving when she needed to, no matter how tempting.