Dragoncrest Cliffs Sunblind

He seemed uncertain when he offered. Good. He understood her. If she still had the luxury of pride she might have refused - unfortunately she did not. Her hip was bothering her in a way that guaranteed she would be outpaced by any meal she attempted to catch.

Rosalyn gave a nod, then waited, though the stony silence stretched on.

Her daughter had welcome him home and she would honor that, but she thought them all naive. If Meerkat had taken him so easily, she would deserve every scar he would leave her. Rosalyn could only be grateful again that Chacal's chosen had embraced cowardice from the start. At least she had been spared what would always follow.

Men did not know how to build - they only knew how to claim.

One day Sobo would depart them too, inherited as surely as his red tail. Rosalyn resented Njord for this just as she resented him for bothering to return - his children deserved better than a father who would disappoint them twice.

She kept these thoughts silent, a maelstrom of irate judgement that he would no doubt feel in her rigid presence.