Dragoncrest Cliffs a paean

Rosalyn felt her affections flicker and soften when Avicus, momentarily, accepted her presence for comfort. There was a piece of her closed-off heart that would always tie itself like this to these broken things washed up on their proverbial shores. Perhaps Avicus did not need a mother - she had one, she said. But she clearly needed something, and whatever it was, Rosalyn knew Erzulie and herself would stand in for a time.

For now, silent company would suffice. Rosalyn nodded as she accepted, but didn't say anything more. The girl's stares didn't bother her - there wasn't any pity behind them. Just a feeling of perhaps curiosity. These weren't stories she wished to share here now, but maybe another day. She'd stay until Avicus slept, and perhaps catch some herself, before moving on to see about feeding her.