Dragoncrest Cliffs A song that's too perfect for words

Her hips flared more than usual today. Rosalyn thought a walk along the beach might help, though she kept to the firmer sand. The pirate couldn’t wait for winter to pass and spring to replace it. The wind seemed to have claws these days as it whipped through her thinning coat.

She spotted Suzu from a ways away, but as she drew closer, chose not to interrupt. Her granddaughter seemed particularly focused on the water and its contents.

She did pause to watch, content to take a small break as well in her circuit.