Dragoncrest Cliffs Pay these dues and wear down these bones

one more for the storm!

The ocean was making her rage known and it was magnificent.  Rosalyn pressed her back against the cliffs and watched the lightning flash.  Her gaze was distant, but she found a sick sort of comfort in the storm despite the bit of rain that still found her in this unsatisfactory shelter.  She could have moved to the mouth of the cave entrance, but that would involve mingling with her captors.

Slowly she stepped out and allowed the icy rain to run over her.  It was worth it to be closer to the water, and to allow the pounding of the waves to drown out any other thought.