Seaside Moors in sweet solitude of mind

A new member.  Perhaps, if this was to feel like theirs, she should take a bigger part in it.  Care more for it.

This thought came to Rosalyn ruefully as she watched Wintersbane stalk the borders, another titan of a man come to rest on their shores.  Just like Rosencrantz.  And just like Rosencrantz, sure to be gone in the setting sun as soon as he was done with them, a bitter echo chimed.

She maybe should have recognized him from her time in the cliffs, but she did not.  There was nothing to read Drageda in him and that time was too long past, too well shoved to the recesses of time.

Quick to claim this place, Rosalyn remarked as she approached, idly eyeing him with her good side.  You are?  Whether or not Erzulie gave her a name, she wanted to hear it from him.