[se] things we lost (open!)

Roana had been on her way to the jail to plant one of her roses, knowing many of the afflicted were there. But coming from the Mathair made her trek longer than normal and she trudged through the snow, remembering why LongHeat was undoubtedly her favorite season. The cold and the wet and the snow were not her thing. Her mind was pulled from its internal ranting though when an odd noise caught her ear. A snap that was far too loud for any normal animal to be about. Quietly she tracked it to a small opening where a woman was devoring a squirrel, raw and bloody, with her bare hands. One of the blighted, and yet it still made her stomach lurch. Poor woman. She had heard that pricking them with a rose could soothe the symptoms for a time...perhaps she could give this woman that mercy. "Hello, friend. What do you think of my flower?" she called, knowing the woman would be enraged by the sight of it and come closer. ROANA be the heroine of your life