Dragoncrest Cliffs Always been told that the good can never last

how sad a thing to say.

jorunn only leaned softly against her, peered at the ocean before her gaze rebounded. upon a lover, even when some moments it could be a stranger. always a love.

i will forgive you every morning if you must hear it,

a worshipful voice tinged with distant grief.

we can walk to the sea each morning and say our apologies, say our forgiveness — or we can hold one another in silence. whatever we need.

we.

rosalyn was not alone.