Dragoncrest Cliffs schildwand

Rosalyn had no way of understanding where this came from and no way of knowing the argument to make it subside.  In her eyes it was a random act of possession, solely a need to grasp places distant in order to clear some deep-seated paranoia.  She resented it and was unable to hide that... it permeated every word she spoke, every look she gave.

These cliffs have done more damage to my family than you can ever know,  she replied, and if you do not seek to claim them, you have no right to be here.  I will not see them used against us a second time.

If they had to leave, so be it.  They would go south again.... far as they could, until they could no longer see even a hint of their shadow on the edge.  But the thought stirred something sick within her.

It wasn't the ground they stood on.  She had no real attachment to these cliffs outside of the security she had thought, foolishly, that they offered.  It was that yet again the decision was being ripped mercilessly from her.  Yet again some outside force was pressing in on them, telling them how to live upon threat of violence, fuck their own volition.  He had no right, but here he was.  Just like others before, and likely, others after.  Did it ever end?

You are the one offering threats.  There is no 'claiming in blood', and if you leave us alone, you'll hear nothing.  Any bloodshed will be your doing, and it will not come without cost.  That was the most she could offer as a promise, and hope it would stay him and whoever he ominously spoke of for a time.  The cost was not a price she was willing to pay, not when it was her children on the line.  

She watched him.  Internally, her caged mind prowled.

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