Sleeping Dragon Innerbloom

Rosalyn had claimed a spot near the geyser field for her own resting place, nowhere near the steaming jets but far away from the sleeping dragon at least.  She had a lot to think about and preferred not to be buried while doing so, thanks very much.

The mountains rumbling was only part of her troubles, and the rest she kept close to herself, wondering if she should approach Thuring - one of few she was aquainted better with.  Perhaps.  Sometime.

Today her path was destined to cross another's anyway.  When Wifi came she was snuffing around in search of prey and ready to track down a nice fat rodent she smelled.  

When she saw Wildfire staring at one of the guysers nearby, however, she decided it could wait a moment.  Part of her wasn't ready to quit just yet, and she wondered in part if she simply hadn't tried hard enough here.  "Contemplating a bath?" She joked as she approached, not yet recognizing the other's agitated state.