Dragoncrest Cliffs I hope you find your peace, falling on your knees, praying.

Strangers on the border. One was small, the other larger, and both carried the scent of Chacal on their coats. She'd been away for a time and now Rosalyn knew why, though she did not understand why her daughter had stayed with them. If it was just the child, but a child and another?

She did not recognize him.

It was apparent in the way she approached, her stare as standoffish as if they were a rival claim. They had respected the borders at least. If not, Chacal or no, she may have needed to correct it. They had no place within without her accompaniment.

You are on the borders of Sapphique. My wife leads it, with my daughter, who you've clearly met. And Rosalyn had no place turning them away. Yet here she was. Who are you? A question aimed at both.

Today, her mind wandered. And the restlessness charged the air about her like a brewing storm.