Seaside Moors My heart, my heart, my fickle heart

assumptions abound <3 welcome bb!!!!

That morning, Rosalyn stayed in.  She'd not left much since Raleska's return.  But, as evening fell, the telltale signs rose.  Trepidation turned to fear.  But @Erzulie was there, and @Solaire and @Arcelia were told to wait with Aningan.  

It was neither as long nor as hard as last year.  The pain was immense, but when dusk fell, it was done.  Her guess was proven right - a single child, dark and beautiful.  Little @Chacal, she thought, gently beginning to bathe her ears and back.

Life wasn't something she was even aware of- but when her surroundings changed very suddenly and uncomfortably, she began to react, develop, and learn, though her thoughts were anything but concrete. She felt pressure and release, and felt the cool sting of air as it entered her lungs for the first time, causing her to gasp and mewl softly until she learned how to breathe. While she couldn't see anything, her entire universe became so much more dynamic- she could feel the soft touch of her mother's tongue, and without thought, she began to suckle and nurse, as her body adjusted to this reality that was entirely new and wonderful at the same time.

in the interim that followed the return of caiaphas' prodigal heir, rosalyn had moved swiftly toward childbirth, until all at once it was upon rusalka.
her wife held fast to the anguished pirate, whispering them both through immense and painful swells. midwife or no, erzulie observed that this time it had gone easier for rosalyn, and when the single little babe was brought into the world, her eyes stung with tears.
little daughter of rusalka, and her mouth trembled with quiet tears as she nuzzled her mate.

Seems no matter how hard we try, we always end with five, Rosalyn said quietly, smiling at her wife's touch.  Thinking of Raleska was still sore - but it couldn't overwhelm the tired peace that settled over her, now that this new life nestled at her side.  They could welcome the children back later... for now, the quiet suited her.

What do you think of Chacal? she asked.  The name was not from anything old... none of her names had been.  But she felt it fit... and only time would tell if she grew into it.

sorrow and joy swelled her throat at rosalyn's soft, powerful words. erzulie stared at her wife a long moment, tracing the scars upon her beloved pirate's countenance with a fierce love. "chacal," she mused, turning her attention to their newborn daughter. "i t'ink jackals are more noble den dey are allowed to be," erzulie sniffed with a fake air of sarcasm, dissolving into another grin. "it be perfect."

Feel free to skip, and conclude when you'd like, given how litte she can interact at the moment <3

It would be nothing more than a coincidence, but when her name was spoken for the first time- and then confirmed- she paused, creating a lull in the gentle sound of suckling long enough to be christened. She nuzzled into her mother's fur, kneading with her little paws as she began to nurse again, contentedly consuming her mother's milk hungrily. She was unaware of how tenderly she was being regarded, but there would be no doubt that her every need would be met, even before she would have to ask.

<3! Last for me

She laughed too, then gave one final, affectionate caress before settling her head to rest.  Only so much dignity allowed.  We are pirates, after all, she replied, the final words tapering with a tired lilt.  Safely delivered, and with Erzulie watching, she could rest now.