Dragoncrest Cliffs weeper

The pure curiosity in her tone was enough to warm Rosalyn to her further, at least bringing her to share more than she might have with another. She appreciated the woman's presence, there, and that she wasn't here in silence.

Sleep is hard to find, some nights. She looked out again. The water has always helped me to find some quiet, no matter how loud things get. She's the one exception to that rule. One thing that doesn't change. There was comfort in knowing that, no matter what happened, the ocean would always remain. Did Jorunn feel that as well?

You are out late too. She noted, rather than asking outright. There was a warm hint of humor in the parallel.