Dragoncrest Cliffs a paean

no invitation needed. at Rosalyn's words, Avicus nodded fervently, and—to her surprise—buried her auburn nose in the woman's darker breast. she left it there for a long moment, breathing in musk and salt and sweat. . .different, but comforting.

she let her shoulders ease, feeling a little more at home.

yeah, she responded against Rosalyn's fur. p'ease. she took one more inhale, then pulled back.

the two of them were kindred spirits, she thought. scarred, broken, withdrawn. she eyed the scar across Rosalyn's face, steeling herself. if the woman could survive her ordeals, then surely she could, too?