Dragoncrest Cliffs Watched my welcome wear thin

Rosalyn did not notice the sudden topic change, reading the shift as a natural lull. She'd contemplate the idea of a search further, but it was not a problem they needed to solve now. The anger had already been released.

What do you think they've found out there? Rosalyn asked, the question frequently on her mind but less so openly. It wasn't one she often answered, mostly because the thoughts could be unpleasant. Not everything to be found was kind.

It had been a long time since she'd checked in with Arcelia in any real sense, and she couldn't recall their last conversation. She should remedy that.