Dragoncrest Cliffs and if she does not love you

Rosalyn smiled and settled close, sharing her warmth with her wife against the growing cold.  Soon snow would blow in and winter would truly arrive, though it always seemed the coast saw less than the realms within.

Never.  She replied.  I considered it, once or twice.  But never as anything more than a poetic joke.  Drageda's home under their rule now.  It had grown from idea to plan but even in the latter stage, she hadn't believed it until they arrived and laid the first borders.

Couldn't sleep either?  She asked, curious why Erzulie was roaming like her.  At times she found it hard to settle, but moreso - sometimes she woke and found herself forgetting.  When she dozed by the shore especially she'd rouse thinking her captors present, and only a few moments allowing reality to settle once more calmed her.