Dragoncrest Cliffs you set me on fire

I rolled so close omg

She didn't mind. There were some things that Rosalyn could anticipate, but there were some areas where she still could not fully predict her wife. When it came to their children, this tended to be the case. Erzulie carried her emotions so deeply, and wore them so fully, in a way that Rosalyn admired and adored but could not replicate. Her own love was quieter, more reserved. It didn't make it less.

She brought a name forward that Rosalyn at first didn't recognize. It took a moment, and only the context of Val and Raleska triggered the connection. There had been another, a daughter, who had disappeared so long ago it seemed that Rosalyn could no longer remember who she'd been. Only the name.

Hadn't Nieve been taken by the sea? Or was she mistaken, mixing daughters?

The sea knows us. She would take care of her own. Rosalyn could say that with confidence. The distance of forgetting helped, and maybe that was a small mercy. She will take care of all of them. The ones she remembered and the ones she knew were there, but whose faces and names she couldn't recall.

She didn't really owe the explanation, but she wanted to share it. Raleska deserved a legacy. He doesn't have to carry it, but I didn't want to be the one to take that from her. Maybe that was why she couldn't rest. Why she had walked in dreams ever since.