Dragoncrest Cliffs Get yer meathooks off me!

Rosalyn stalked the cliffs for birds today.  Many of the annoying creatures had fled south for the winter, but a few remained to squawk at them from the heights.  None seemed keen on coming down at the moment, but as the tide shifted, perhaps that would change.  She kept her one good eye scanning while she went, but what she found was a bit large for a bird.

Find something worth having?  She asked conversationally, coming up near Merlin but not imposing too much in his space.  She'd not spoken much with the younger man but had liked what she saw initially.  He reminded her of his seeming friend Njord; the same eager respect and kind manner.  Rosalyn was well past the time of appreciating harsher personalities.  When it came to family and her children, she wanted them surrounded by those who would be open to them.