Blackwater Islands and still too close to you i feel

the search for @Rosalyn continued, though by now the sylph had drawn her own conclusions on just where her enemy-turned-friend was spending her nights. 

do the math: rosalyn’s scent, + the scent of a Drageda wolf, + disturbed snow and footprints, + disappearance = .. well... wasn’t rocket surgery in terms of complicated word problems. 

and yet, then again... the theory that “two + two = five” was not without its attractions. caiaphas mulled over the doom this spelled for the sound as she tramped along the bluffs, a cold wind at her back as she went.