Dragoncrest Cliffs The bottle stench may be here to stay

I have been wanting to grab this but have been hesitant bc idk how their last one resolves ^^;  I guess we can wing it?  if that's fine with you!

As always, I can edit any assumptions that don't seem on par <3

The singing drew Rosalyn in from where she'd been napping, curled near the cliffs along the shore.  The sand was soft and the patch she'd found warmer with the sun.  She shook the grit out of her coat and strode closer, pricking her ears up to catch the latter half of the quiet tune.  She recognized Chacal's voice and froze, surprised... but she could not parse the words.  There'd been a time when Erzulie's language was at least in part known to her.. she'd picked up words, here and there, as the children did.  They'd fled of late, refusing to surface, and she listened silently as the song faded.

Erzulie had shared with her Chacal's inhibition in speech (and doubtless, Rosalyn had heard it herself on at least one occasion).  The fact that her daughter carried her spirit so well with it was a source of pride for the pirate.  It made it hard for them to connect, at times, especially when they argued (as recently).  But she'd done her best to be sure she was present, to pull her into play and what might turn into mercenary knowledge one day, should the girl choose to pursue that path.  

Still, as Chacal grew, perhaps distance had been inevitable.  Rosalyn did not have her wife's gift for understanding.

She approached Chacal slowly and sat down nearby.  That was beautiful.  Did maman teach you that? She asked, defaulting to the yes/no questions she usually did in the simpler talks.  The significance of the singing was lost on her because she could not tell if the words were right or not... but it wasn't often she was blessed with her daughter's voice at all, and the compliment did hold warm gratitude behind it, no matter the feelings between them right now.