Dragoncrest Cliffs leviathan

Rosalyn was, fortunately, not the kind to look further than she needed to.  She read in Poltergeist's reaction the proper amount of deference, perhaps to make up for her command to Rosencrantz only a moment before, and approved silently of it.  She would read for a threat, anything that might endanger their family, but beyond that she cared little what a joiner brought with them.  If she was a good fit, she would last.  If not, she would either leave or be forced from their ranks.

If you wish to join, you are welcome.  You'll need to prove yourself family, of course, but the bar is not unattainable.  She smiled, and while it was small, it was genuine.  More friendly than her previous expression.  She wasn't about to lie and say the woman would be greeted with open arms immediately, but all she needed to do to earn her place was remain and prove her intentions.

We certainly have a history here, in various names.  And I intend this to be the last.  Rosalyn knew that Erzulie felt the same.  They'd both expressed their preferences; she'd breathe her last in these very cliffs, if she had her way.  She was done with moving, done with uprooting herself.  There have been others, but only we remain.  Despite attempts otherwise.  Her eyes narrowed, the good one glittering as she said this, but she smirked.  One by one their enemies had disappeared, and here they stood.