Dragoncrest Cliffs some things only god can forgive

Rosalyn stood firm in the face of Indra's fear. She felt no sympathy, only a dislike born of anger and scorn at how she'd responded. At least she had chosen not to fight.

Next time I'll scatter more than these, she growled, and the hair along her hackles rose to threaten alongside. If she caught her with another blood ritual she wouldn't hesitate to spill what little blood the girl had left. Not if it meant protecting her family from the repercussions of these curses.

Then, with a final snarl, she spun and stalked away.