Sleeping Dragon Calcite

Rosalyn had hunkered down further from the mountain than usual, keeping a mistrustful eye on the bloody thing after the night it seemed to come alive.  Sleeping dragon, eh?  Hilarious.

Sure, the rock that fell had been a fairly small amount, and sure, she'd fairly easily leapt out of the way.  But the fact that the mountain could just decide to expel itself of ash and stone was a little.... yeah, it was terrifying.

When Portia found her, Rosalyn was laying at the edge of a stand of trees, deep in thought.  She gave a small huff of welcome to the girl, though they barely knew one another.  She didn't know her name either.

"Need something?" She asked amicably.