Barrow Fields once there was a queen named gioma

Rosalyn knew that her new role would keep her a bit more tightly tied to the bay, keeping watch on her captain (what sorta captain needed watching, though? She had some things to learn about Smokestep's peculiar method of crew).  But she also knew there were going to be days where she couldn't abide to, and so her steps would carry her out, up to the forests and coasts to the north or south, a breath of fresh air and not the same sand every day.  She had always been a rover, even as a captain herself, though sometimes it did buy trouble.

Today it seemed, however, all it would buy her was some depressing creature.  She would have left it, having more than her own share of troubles right now, but sometimes in times of strife all you needed was to see and poke fun at someone a little sadder than yourself.  And seeing as he wasn't crew....

"Aye! Your looking like a right ray of sunshine.  Lose your favorite chewbone?"  Her tone wasn't exactly mocking, but there was a sweet quality that didn't quite speak of true concern.