Dragoncrest Cliffs The bombs are falling

You're a woman, she replied bluntly, with a good amount of humor behind it. Sapphique will take men, but it wasn't made for them. Others in the pack might skirt the subject, but Rosalyn was beyond the age where she minded appearances of that nature.

The conversation, focused on material things in front of her, was helping. She watched Meerkat lean in and consider the contents of the pool.

There's a few of these along the cliffs. They provide food in all seasons. But when there's water here, don't try to come. She'll draw you out along with it. She might not recall anymore who had left her with that wisdom, but there were certain lessons she'd carry forever. The ways of the ocean were some of them.

She seemed to be hesitating. Rosalyn's single eye didn't catch the creature meerkat saw, but she did spot a small crab as it scuttled past. Without hesitation she lunged in and snapped, grasping from the side with a practiced motion. It's legs twitched and kicked in her mouth as she re-surfaced, but the pinchers could not maneuver to reach her face or muzzle.