Dragoncrest Cliffs Watched my welcome wear thin

Rosalyn touched her wife gently when she revealed her thoughts, and while she said nothing, her expression took on an understanding that needed little explanation. She'd imagined their lost children in countless places, all of them distant, all of them safe. The forest was a place that was known to them; it wasn't unheard of that they might have ended up there, though Rosalyn knew she would never return to find out. She did not need to know, nor did she wish to. It was better to hope.

He is a good man, I think. Like Njord. And like another, but Rosalyn did not wish to speak of that right now. It would turn the conversation again to worse things. I do wonder though. She smiled, though there was a protective flare when she thought of the implications of the notion. How long so many men will be content, in a home with few prospects outside of... diversion.

She wouldn't think of belittling the power of her wife's diversions, or her own (though she rarely offered them now to any others). But a life tended to lead towards something more, and Sapphique had few options for such. Rosalyn got the feeling that soon, Chacal would become a focus of many. She did not like the thought of it.