Dragoncrest Cliffs nor her dear parents, but

Rosalyn laughed quietly at that pronouncement, full of fondness. She'd have enjoyed testing that theory, in that moment. There had been many times when she'd explored, through the past season, her feelings towards the men of Sapphique. She'd looked to Njord and hoped he would stir the familiar fire in her, but there were only embers. Only her wife could consistently touch that desire now, it seemed.

Mmm. And like most, I bet multitasking is not one of his skills, she replied with a sly smile. If she remembered who he was she might have been even less charitable.

After the children, maybe. We never took that trip. She thought they'd spoken of one once, though the moment she said it, she wondered if she was mistaken. Where and when had they spoken of going? Uncertain, she nevertheless let it hang. Even if it wasn't a sentiment they'd spoken of, she found the idea appealed to her. Perhaps when the children were old enough, they could use the excuse to take a short travel together. Sapphique was strong; it would hold a short term without them.