Dragoncrest Cliffs from death to morning

The cliffs were an exceptional upgrade from the moors. Regin had been thrilled to find that her mothers were going to move them to a new location. When they had arrived, the young siren had not found a single thing that was disappointing about their new home. At least, she had not found anything to be disappointed in at first. The absence of her brother still left her with a feeling of dread and guilt that she had not been able to clean from the back of her throat.
 
The siren prowled along the cliffs with her nose to the ground, searching for any sort of sign that she might be able to find her missing sibling. Valravn was spunky and wild in nature, but Gin did not ever think that he would purposefully go missing from their home. The longer his absence persisted, the more worried she became.

Erzulie and Rosencrantz were out scouring the Moors and beyond again, so Rosalyn was here holding court.  The cliffs were quiet now that Sagtannet had presumeably given up their drive, and the pirate was content to settle in.  They would alternate searches until winter made it impossible (though even then, perhaps, she would go).

The children seemed to like the new location, something that pleased her greatly.  Regin in particular had expressed interest in the coast, and Rosalyn would be lying to say if that hadn't spurred her more than previous to look into a place on the water.  While she still didn't feel for it as she once had, she did find the familiar waves soothed her ears at night, and she'd taken to resting on the beach for some time as each night fell.

Today she found Regin searching along the cliffs for something, though what Rosalyn couldn't tell.  There was no clear trail.  The mother paused to watch, but didn't interrupt, her stance questioning.  Did she want help, or to proceed unhindered?