Ankyra Sound He took my soul and he washed it in a whiskey river

(Wanted to get this here on her timeline <3)

Even as Erzulie left their den to seek Firefly, Rosalyn could feel the signs of her own.  This was the time when she felt the draw of the allures of men, and she grew more restless and more irritable.  She could not push her body, though finally her leg felt as if it was regaining some soundness.  But she did wander the coast for broader stretches, and for the most part avoided contact.

She was still torn.  She didn't know if she had what it took to be a mother, but remembering the protectiveness she'd felt for a moment, and thinking that it would likely make Erzulie happy, shifted her resolve into shakier territory.  Her body and mind were more aligned than usual around this time, and as the week progressed, she found it harder and harder to remain still.

Slowly, today, she passed into the forest.  Her time had come officially two days previous, and finally she couldn't stand to keep herself isolated any longer.