Dragoncrest Cliffs We are painted with the fear that if the sea recedes, it never comes back...

Rosalyn wasn't surprised, though she had wondered. Every year she thought she would have no more room for more within her but each year she was proven wrong. She was glad that at least Erzulie still could choose, but she couldn't bring herself to try and sway her either way. They had so much. Asking for more might be foolish, but they'd never allowed that to stop them before.

Still, there was a deep weariness in thinking about it too, something at her core that knew she was winding down. She could still provide for them and protect them, but the time she could promise was winnowing. It was not a thought she welcomed, and when it pervaded everything became slightly heavier.

She wouldn't allow that to be a consideration, not for her wife. Not if she could help it.

Njord has done a credit to them. The answer was only slightly evasive. Of all of the fathers, at least he had remained. Above that, he seemed to have a genuine interest. More of his, perhaps. What makes you go between?