Cerulean Cape Love and honor, yes, but not obey

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Rosalyn made it halfway through the cove before she was forced to stop, her stumbling run losing it's "run" and sending her sprawling on the sand.  She was on fire, burning with fever and from exertion, but paid that no heed.  Instead, she stood once more, panting heavily and eyeing the surf aggressively with a slightly crazed fervor.  

Forgetting everything, she sent a challenge, the call for him but likely to draw any around.  It wasn't particularly strong, but it carried regardless.  After she remained still, her head hanging.  She was reaching the end of her endurance but hatred and fear were strong motivators.

By some stroke of divine luck, none came to answer her challenge.  Eventually she collapsed, unable to hold out any longer, and by the time she awoke she had forgotten where she was and how she got there.  Following the coast, she made her slow way back towards home.