Wheeling Gull Isle Fallen from God Fallen from grace

@Rhælla tagging to let you know this is a thread for Aristos!

As the group split up, Rosencrantz was one of the last to leave. He waited for everyone else to excitedly go off on their own island adventure, only then did he go off on his own. With no real plan in mind, he wandered around, looking at the rock formations and deciding if he really did fit in here or not. It has been a long time since Biserkir, almost over three years now; and this pack, though small, did he belong?

Eventually, he found himself on a small sandy beach, between rocky terrain. The soft sand between his toes moved under his weight as his pace slowed to a stop. The breeze running through his long plush pelt, the white of his armor shining in the pale moonlight as the shimmering silvers dazzle. He already knew he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, not well at least, and not for long. Perhaps he would spend his time right here, on the beach, with his own thoughts - should anyone allow of course. 

He didn't think anyone would come near. With a deep sigh, he began his meditation.