Barrow Fields Karma keeps me cautious and bourbon keeps me brave

Not Drageda... a child.  And alone, it seemed.  Rosalyn looked at her a minute, stopping when the kid backpedalled and gave her a flash of canines.  Not a whole lot of expression, or interest really... her curiosity was sated.  Someone's runaway kid, no doubt.

"Okay," she said, with a small shrug, and with a ghost of a smile she turned, simply walking away in the direction she had come.  She wasn't about to push herself into this kid's space, or risk an encounter with protective parents.  Screw that, she and Erzulie had a bout a million problems and territorial parents didn't need to be added to that list.