Dragoncrest Cliffs Built to last but prone to fall

Sometimes, someone gets lost. Sometimes they find their way home. Rosalyn couldn't bring herself to say it with the sureness she perhaps could have, but it couldn't hurt to give him at least a taste of hope.

Your aunts and uncles have done the same. Even Chacal, she thought. Or was that another? When had she gone?

Rosalyn didn't recall so did not mention it. It hardly mattered.