Blacktail Deer Plateau sets the heart in my ribcage fluttering;

a smile, unfurling upon her lips. a dreamlike haze upon her eyes, she sighed in answer. "a little place by de sea. cliffs. little tide pools." ironsea would not have been her true home without rosalyn. but the ocean called to her always, beckoning, beckoning.
she had rather hoped the new little lives would be brought earthside along the sea, but that would not be possible.
"a place i never have to leave again," came her voice, more firmly. she was tired of wandering. rusalka had become as great a home as she had ever possessed, but it was not the sea. could they ever return.