Dragoncrest Cliffs Till my dying day

jorunn was no stranger to the edge of sapphique, where their claimed land met their treasured waters. and she was no stranger to unusual sounds, sounds that demanded some bare minimum investigation.

a small cry. not the kind that filled the den of slumbering babes.

it would not take her long to find the form of rosalyn, and jorunn felt something weigh her down at the sight of the woman. heartache perhaps. she could not pin it directly beyond that.

rosalyn, she murmured softly, approaching with a gentle look on her face.