Horizon Ridge A house made out of glass will surely shatter

As Erzulie wandered with the season, Rosalyn slipped away as well. Her intentions at first were clear - scout south, look for signs of the missing. But as she got further from the cliffs, those objectives faded, and soon she had lost track of time and purpose.

Something lay south of here that was familiar. It called to her and, as she felt that drive, she let it begin to pull her along the coast. There was still a notion of home and the cliffs behind her, but it was hidden for now underneath the need to find this place she had known once before. Another home, one important to her once and one where, perhaps, she could find whatever she was missing here.

Whatever she was missing. What was that again?

In the cliffs it was easier to anchor her thoughts. Out here, with nothing to hold her, she drifted... traveling, with no urgency, southward.