Blacktail Deer Plateau Fell apart south of Salt Lake

And where your people are happy. Raleska snorted, horrified in the next moment that Rosalyn would see that and make of it her own conclusions. Wasn't happiness a myth? If it was real, Raleska sure didn't know it.

And was she happy here? Raleska shrugged. She couldn't remember being happy. It was an elusive emotion. She wanted safety over happiness, because at least safety, she thought, was tenuously obtainable. Rosalyn was asking the hard questions - the hitting questions.

"I don't know. I know I wasn't happy living under Drageda's shadow. I know I wasn't happy seeing and hearing all that stuff about that man. I'm not happy feeling unsafe. If I could go anywhere, I'd go somewhere I felt safe.. but.. I don't know if that's possible. Are these rhetorical questions, or do you know the answers to them?" Raleska bit her lip as the last of her words took a sharp turn, the teenager in her rising momentarily in a bitter thrust directed at Rosalyn. Her anger, her fear, had no outlet -- and unfortunately, Rosalyn might find herself at the end of Raleska's sharp teenage tongue if Raleska couldn't reel in her emotions soon.