Seaside Moors the paint could peel, the glass could shatter

making an assumption based on his lw status <3

When Rosalyn returned, it was to find her son gone.  As she ran over their last conversation, uncharacteristically, she fretted over how she might have done things differently.  But what could she have done?  Begged for answers, or taken him by the scruff until he spoke.  He was no child any longer... and uncharitably, perhaps, she discredited his silence to immaturity.  If he could not overcome whatever demons plagued him then perhaps it was better he found his answers elsewhere.  

She wondered again if all of this was a reflection on herself... inopportune timing, seeing as the telltale nausea was again making itself known.  It seemed her time with Rosencrantz would bear results, for better or for worse.

She hasn't told him yet.  Quietly, in the early morning hours, she buried the meal she'd just thrown up beneath the softening spring earth, then made her way slowly to the stream for a drink to rinse the taste.  She should tell him... and Erzulie too.  Lowering her head, Rosalyn took a long drink, closing her eyes.  Last year she'd made the mistake of second guessing every step.  She wouldn't do so again.  This was a blessing, and despite the rough weeks to come, she knew now that the outcome would be well worth it.