Blacktail Deer Plateau Fell apart south of Salt Lake

Her reaction was half-hearted at best and mostly one of shock.  Rosalyn supposed she shouldn't be surprised.  The girl had been a ghost since Caiaphas had been pushed from this place.  Rosalyn had never understood the ties of blood... her own mother had cast her out a long time ago and now was likely long dead, a fact that pleased her more than anything else. It was as was deserved.  How Raleska could chase a woman who had so clearly ignored and strode over her, or lament her loss, was beyond the pirate.  

It was true.  She was disappointed.

We don't know. she said, and her golden eye grew more searching, and more piercing.  Someplace that feels more like home, I suppose.  Unless she wished to keep this ghost town.

Unless she wished her mother back.

Do you regret it? she asked suddenly, abruptly.  It was about as straightforward as one could get but Rosalyn wasn't much for skirting bushes when speaking with someone she respected.  Raleska had earned that much, from her at least.