Dragoncrest Cliffs No Time for Caution

Last night, Rosalyn had dreamed of the cliffs collapsing, the end of it a horror-inducing struggle against the sensation of being buried alive. She'd woken gasping and, with a hammering heart, stumbled from the den; unable to sleep again, she walked their edges until the sun swept the details away. The dread remained.

In the dream she'd known they were all dead - her wife, their children. But still she'd fought to escape the same fate. It had been a heavy feeling and it still settled strangely on her, even as the dream faded to no more than a concept.

When Njord's call found her, she thought to avoid it. But the thought of sleep did not appeal yet, and it did not escape her that it was possible something had happened. She began to come and would arrive, at a slow jog, a short time later.