Dragoncrest Cliffs some things only god can forgive

hopefully this won't break timelines >> but I've wanted to hop in one of these for a while!

The girl was unstable. Rosalyn watched her with an air of distrust that could almost be similar to the way she ghosted through, but her gaze gave away the undercurrent of dislike. She would not have allowed her to stay, a poisonous time bomb in their midst, if she had the choice. Thankfully (for others) the decision was no longer hers.

This, however, was a line drawn too far. Some nights sleep was hard to find and tonight her thoughts were jumbled, full of faces whose names she no longer knew. She'd dreamed of strangers who called to her but whose absence, after, felt like an ache. More and more of her dreams were like this.

When she spotted Indra she crept low and watched, narrowed eye at first suspicious, then alight with fearful anger. Rosalyn was too superstitious to take the spattering of blood as anything but a curse that the girl was laying on their lands, a threat to destroy them from within. She lunged forward, with a low growl, and knocked a portion of the objects away. How dare you lay curses here. She hissed the words as she advanced, her posture a clear threat. Witches had no place here. They brought only ruin.