Dragoncrest Cliffs The bombs are falling

going to be using a roll system to determine how things are going with her in each thread for the next foreseeable future. Got a good start here with a 4 ^^; oof

Rosalyn rested frequently these days, and since the meeting, she'd taken to lounging at the lip of the cliffs overlooking the ocean below. Something about it tended to soothe her and, when she was not with her family, she reflected silently.

Many of the days since had been good. Today had not. She'd woken hazy, slow to respond and, as the morning stretched, wondering where Reyes and Nieve had gone. In her mind they were still children, frozen there still, and she eventually made her way to the beachfront to look for them. When she did not find them she began to dig, first idly, then with a persistence that bordered on compulsive.

The sand just kept shifting to fill any hole she made. It was fruitless... but for some reason, she couldn't stop until she had uncovered it.

What "it" was even she did not know. She would know when she found it.