Ankyra Sound who do you battle in your dreams?

She hadn't yet decided how she felt to be teaming up with her longtime nemesis, but that hardly mattered, because it was the way things were now.  And for the most part, she was able to ignore it.

She knew that eventually, the time would come when she would need to choose whether pride would allow her to follow the woman once more, because she was aware in no reality would Caiaphas be here as a follower herself.  She had children to back her and a solid claim; Rosalyn wouldn't ask Erzulie to fight for her own because honestly, she wasn't sure she wanted it.  She just wasn't sure she wished the witch to have it either.

Rosalyn watched her from a ways off as she scoured the beach, eyes narrow as she thought.  Then she strode forward, towards the surf, the fur at her nape tingling as unwelcome memories of their past time on this strand surged up.  The monster was nowhere to be seen, but she doubted she'd ever walk this beach without fear again.

Shrugging it off, she began to search as well, keeping Caiaphas in her periphery, watching subtly.  She wasn't sure she wanted to talk, but a curiosity had taken hold, one she was tempted but somewhat hesitant to satisfy.  What were her plans beyond this?