Dragoncrest Cliffs might as well ask what makes a star

Throughout the wretched beginning of the story that was her life, Rose had become well acquainted with death coming for those she knew, a curse she bared that had yet to draw any true sympathy from her - probably due to the fact that she had been exposed to loss right from the very beginning. As such Heda's death was not something she mourned greatly, or really at all. She was just another life gone with the wind that would eventually be forgotten with time, just as all the others before her had faded away from the opkepa's memory.

Still, even if she did not hold a heavy heart during this time, many on the cliffs did and the sorrow that filled the air was thick and unbearable. She did not long to be around such misery seeing as she'd already had her fair share long before she took up residence on the cliffs. So in an attempt to slip free of the low spirits that lingered like mindless ghosts, Rose peeled away from the heart of the cliffside and began her decent into Hougeda, hopeful that it would provided her with much needed time away from those still grieving. Of course it came as no surprise that she'd bump into someone when trying to escape from the world but, considering who exactly it was she'd stumbled upon, the fiery healer couldn't remain all that upset. "Aure" she called out as she caught sight of the pale woman, tail swishing lazily behind her as she wondered what drew the skayona into the depths of Hougeda.