Stavanger Bay So we built a fortress of red bricks and ladders

Idk why I decided violence tonight but... set a few days after prev thread. aw <3 tag for reference

(could also easily be RO'd)

This place held history.  There were ghosts here, flitting through her mind, memories she barely recalled but that hit more poignantly than she could almost bear.

@Erzulie and she, running upon the sand, beneath the cliffs.  Her wife's presence wove through this place, yet there was no trace of her.  Where had she gone?  Where had they all gone?

There had been others.  They'd been important, once, but now...

Rosalyn was hit with a keening sense of loss as she walked along the bay's curve.  Her eyes ran over the cliffsides with desperation but she saw nothing.  How was there nothing here?

She was alone.  She was...

Something in Rosalyn fractured.  Panicked fear flooded and overwhelmed all of her carefully constructed facades.  She didn't know what was happening.  She did not know why everyone was leaving her.  She did not know what the world around her was becoming.  And she did not know how to deal with this grief she felt.

Rosalyn's breath caught as she sobbed, then raised her muzzle in a call that was so sharp with desperation, it almost sounded like a scream.  Where are you?

She didn't stop until she ran out of air and it stuttered out.  Then she crumpled to the sand where she was, gasping, sobbing in the sand next to the ocean's quiet pull.