Dragoncrest Cliffs a wasting of my time

she could not stop herself from thinking of a man in particular. blood on her tongue.

but here in this moment it was words for rosalyn. where no man could ever even scratch the surface of competing.

and i am glad we are not. she laughed tiredly — and she did not know their thoughts briefly aligned, as she considered men. it is a worry i have of spring. men. the word sour despite the softness she spoke with.