Dragoncrest Cliffs Always been told that the good can never last

The love was unmistakeable and it did not lie. She would cling to the things she loved, so she clung to Jorunn now, pressing against that steadying presence gratefully. There was nothing she could say that would properly express it.

She was lost but she was not alone.

Please. She wanted what was offered. There was pleading in the roughness of the request, and she turned to her, burying her face in the salt-sprayed pelt. Anything. She would give what she could and take what was given.

She knew she had no right to ask. She would anyway.