Dragoncrest Cliffs a woman young and old

Yes.

Her face snapped up at the voice, and there was surprise in her eyes as she regarded the rosewine wolf for the first time. It wasn’t her imagination.

The sudden movement churned up more bitter water, forcing her to turn away again just as quickly, while another dribble of salt pooled from her jaws like saliva. She coughed again and moaned at the ache. N-Not long… a few minutes at- at least… she answered between breaths. She couldn’t say for sure. It felt like… like it was an eternity. Another shudder, then she put the memory of paddling for dear life away.

The- the cliff gave way. I couldn’t s-stop myself from falling in. The last thing she wanted was to be seen as foolish for taking on the ocean this time of year. She knew better; she was just counting her lucky stars that she hadn’t been too far from the shore. Her teeth chattered again. I am not… usually this pathetic, she admitted ruefully.

The sodden snowdrift dared to look up once more. This time, she did not throw up.