Seaside Moors Longs for sun and lays in the dark

Rosalyn huffed out a breath when she cut to the heart of it.  It wasn't a laugh... or really a sigh.  Just a loosening of tension that came from finally, finally catching a glimpse of what was beneath.  It was funny that even dead, she could come to hate the woman more.  But that thought festered beneath, because at the forefront, she wanted to ensure Raleska was settled.

No matter where that settle may lie.

There are many ways to protect the things you love, she said, quietly.  And while her loving you was perhaps the only thing that made her understandable to me, I never understood where it took her.  Caiaphas' constant seeking of the ire of others was so opposite Rosalyn's nature.  She and Erzulie, they'd settled in, surrounded themselves and hidden their children away.  How could Caiaphas expose hers to the teeth of others the way she had?

It was so easy to forget that, one of those times, her own life had hung in the balance.  Bias never leaves.

You really think that you would do the same?  She asked, now looking at her directly.  She was poised to move closer, but wanted to hear this answer first.  She didn't want to break what little reserve Raleska had found, not too quickly.