[open] Everything that kills me makes me feel alive; any

[Roselin]

Roselin isn't oblivious to the fact that her mother is gone. It wasn't unusual for Lilliana to venture out in the night for a patrol. But what had been unusual was that Leilan usually came to take her place. It's perhaps time that she and Oren are allowed more time to themselves but it still feels foreign; she isn't used to being on her own for so long and it makes the silver-black even happier to see her sire.

"Well," she tells him, aware that there may have been others to bring back the sun. "I still think it was you, Da." Her head tilts prettily to one side - the more effeminate version of the way that he sometimes holds his - and a dimple emerges when she smiles up at him. "Are you going to say I'm wrong?" Rose teases her father, aware of the fact that very well could be. And probably was.

It's the mention of the monsters that make her shiver and she steps closer to the bulkier draft, near enough that both of their scales glisten in the newly-returned sunlight.

"A party?" she asks brightly. He's mentioned before, some kind of celebration for the North. (And why shouldn't they? Her opinion is biased, she knows, but she thinks that the Northern kingdom is a wonderful place to live so why not share that with others?) Roselin even starts to glow with excitement at the idea, because their world has suddenly become so vibrant. Looking towards the nearest branch, she breathes a jet of ice at it. When it has become completely encapsulated, she glances back to @[Leilan]. "I can help decorate," she starts to tell him. "I've been practicing and Memorie told me that it's getting stronger." This ability to freeze and her control of it, is what Roselin means.

A gift she shares with her father and still unaware of what the Mountain has granted him, she asks: "Why don't you craft me something?"