Seaside Moors We built this right, so nothing's ever gonna move it

"i t'ink it is. i hope it is." she could not know that in the coming weeks, her eldest children would fade into the backdrop of the sea, or how the small nature of rusalka would not allow for a swift departure to locate them. and so now there was only a laugh in her; she butted rosalyn with her crown.
"come an' hunt wid me, wife," she invited, straightening, stretching luxuriously.