Dragoncrest Cliffs Watched my welcome wear thin

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she kissed the hard roundness of rosalyn's shoulder, sighed into the seasalt cedarwood fur. always they leant upon one another; their relationship would have become nothing were it for the constant discourse between the wives, and their intention to hand that down to their children. and her time had been tempted along; even now she had begun to smoulder with the beginnings of it.
she had made her choice.
"i t'ink she believes everyone sees her as she does not want to be," erzulie said of their beautiful girl. "she has our pride." the surely, a double portion of it, and if she was anything like her arrogant cinnamon mother, chacal had quite a path indeed. she hoped not; she would rather their child learn temperance now rather than later.
"he says he jus' does not like it," the harlot swelled in the next moment, rolling her shoulders in a brief, vague frustration. "part of me be wantin' to make him swim, part of me be wantin' to excuse him from de sea. but i do not t'ink dat is safe. de sea almos' took merlin. his birt'right be de sea. i do not understand it."