Sleeping Dragon You won't make yourself a name if you follow the rules

Now Rosalyn was just plain antsy.  After months of endless wandering it had been nice to be grounded, even for a week or so.  But at this point, her imposed r&r threatened to drive her crazy.

She could use a little stimulation, and the thought made her think wistfully of Red, tucked away somewhere south with her hunky (but gd stingy) mate.  Damn.

She'd be lying if she said she hadn't considered pursuing their glorious leader in such a way - but sadly that had revealed itself a tricky route, as she was taken.  Some didn't mind, Roz included in that number, but she liked her spot here too much to risk it.  Sides, there were plenty of other pretty faces on this rock.

Currently, though, she'd settle for a conversation.  Morosely she stared at the volcano rising up a ways off.  She had just about two options when it came to scenery.... Her current position in the flatland, and the geyser field to the north.

She was distracted from wondering if she should relocate, however, when a squirrel decided that she posed little threat to it and clambered down to dart right in front of her.  It ended up stopping at the base of a nearby tree to dig at the ground, presumably looking for a pre-hibernation snack.  She stared at it a minute, equal parts bemused and annoyed, but made no move to get up.  "Well played," she finally said with a sigh.  There was no way she could catch the damn thing, so why bother really.