Seaside Moors Storms cause our flowers to bloom

He fit the ocean in demeanor.  The sea drew an open and carefree crowd, but it also harshened most who lived there.  He held a smoothness that was ill suited to the windswept sands.  Alaska.  Sounds awful, she interjected when he spoke of the cold.  She'd never made her way north and likely never would.  Rosalyn didn't care what Miranda said, her bones were far too old to manage something she even avoided in her prime.

I hope our brand of strange suits you better, then.  He was lucky.  Leaving before was far better than being tossed out with the shit; she could say that with certainty.  How are you with children?  It was a random shift, but the pack he spoke of did not sound familial, and she wondered if he was as hopeless as she had been for so long.  They had a growing brood and it would be nice for Valravyn to have someone more than Aningan to look to.