Dragoncrest Cliffs Watched my welcome wear thin

I don't know whether to admire it or apologize for it, Rosalyn responded with a small smile. Slightly tense, for she did worry. She couldn't help it. Despite their resolution, she'd thought this time there would be no secrets between them, no misunderstandings to navigate. She learned more each year and, in spite of that, felt further and further from adequate each time a failure displayed.

I want him to feel welcome to the role as the rest, but I don't want his fear to be the rest of theirs. This place is theirs, but it is ours as well. And the sea... is us. Rosalyn sighed, more bemused than upset. I wish he knew. I'm glad he fears it, but fear shouldn't always mean complete avoidance. Sometimes it just means respect.

She was speaking more to herself at this point, working through the thoughts. She knew Erzulie likely knew all of this, but wanted to hear her thoughts on it. Were they wrong to be selfish and keep the race as they wished? Or should they, for the sake of the children, give in to the desire that a different process rise?