Dragoncrest Cliffs So much that is found between

aw!  But perhaps someone she hasn't threaded with yet/in a while?

Sapphique continued to thrive as their status as Rubys settled.  The torch had been passed and burned with just as much strength now as it had before.

Occasionally her reality fragmented.  Sometimes paranoia would set in and she would believe wholeheartedly that the witch still lived.  Sometimes she would find herself drawn inexplicably to wander.  The worst was when she lost herself to the notion she was trapped.  It only occurred on the beach where she'd been held, but when it did, only the face she'd longed for could break through.  The rest became her captors. It gave a strong motivation to avoid that place entirely.

Overwhelmingly it still presented as patches of confusion.  Words would be provided and unheard, thoughts would slow, and time would warp in a way that sometimes locked her drifting in place.  In those moments she barely reacted at all.

She took any day that she could.

Today Rosalyn stood on the southernmost stretch of beach.  She was plucking a bird that she had dispatched near the foot of the cliffs, a seahawk with one wing held at an awkward slant.  It must have hit a stray wind and taken an unlucky dive.  She would eat what was left but the feathers would become a sacrifice to the only god she knew.

You've brought others back.  If he lives you'll bring him back too.  She spat a mouthful of feathers out and watched the tide carry them.

She'd already forgotten his eyes.  Eventually reality wouldn't matter - for her he would be dead either way.