Dragoncrest Cliffs it is my intention

Rosalyn no longer had the responsibility of entertaining joiners but she still ranged the borders at times. This would become more infrequent as the weather grew colder but she took advantage of the last bit of warm spell they would have. Her hips still ached.

Her first impression was not positive. He wouldn't have been able to change this; he was a man on her borders. They would always have more to prove.

You demand an audience. She eyed him frostily with her singular gaze. Fortunately she was firmly settled in the present, but the fog that sometimes swept through crept at the edges. If he'd been anyone but a man she wouldn't have bothered - yet this she felt she could handle.