Dragoncrest Cliffs and if she does not love you

a spate of delighted laughter rung out against the winterscene. what a sight that would be. 
at the mention of substitutes, she tossed her head back in a sigh. "oh, is it not de way. we should name no man to be in charge when we are gone," she declared.
however, when choosing —"raleska first, of course. but i not be seein' how she wants de title."
"rosencrantz next. he has always been loyal to us, first in rusalka and now here." thoughtful. "but dat was rusalka. an' dis be sapphique. kaertok has made somet'ing quick of himself here." between the falcon and the archangel, she supposed it would be a difficult choice.
"i would leave nieve in charge, if she were here." a brief shift in her expression, earlier mirth faded into something warm as she turned her focus to the males within sapphique. "and i had considered seeking outside our ranks dis time," she revealed. "but now i am not so certain."
their conversation, held in love and in hope two days before an ursine power broke upon their new shores.