Dragoncrest Cliffs get outside

He looked away. Rosalyn did not understand his fear and judged him for it. But she also loved him regardless, and no judgement would ever overwrite that fact. Her children would need to do much worse than that to ever truly fail in her eyes.

His suggestion was smart. She smiled, a glint of pride lighting behind it. Maybe he feared the water, but he showed the promise of a pirate in avoiding it while still getting the task done.

Finding a way to have both. Clever. The pride leaked through to her voice. Then she turned to the water and began to skim through, gathering whatever plants she could and bringing them to the sand when she had enough. Here she’d give them to Val in trips so that he could arrange them as needed.