Dragoncrest Cliffs weeper

Rosalyn let herself drift closer. Two sides of her warred... the side that sought what she desired and the side that sought to hide away in the sureness of age and contented acceptance. She could not be harmed by the things she did not seek.

You have time to see them, I think. So much time. Rosalyn smiled. Perhaps I'm a bit jealous of that, in some ways. That there might still be things you want to see. There was no resentment in her expression, however. Just warmth overlaid with soft sadness.