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

Aye. Rosalyn felt Erzulie lean in and felt that old, familiar warmth well forth as they shared a moment. It was a feeling that never faded and she knew, now, never would, no matter how many years passed and how time changed them. Some things were built in stone.

She wondered if she imagined the undercurrent of stress, but either way, she began to comb through Erzulie's fur with a light grooming while she leaned. She wished she could make the choice for her but could not bring herself to speak firmly either way. It felt wrong to decide something like that, something so personal, and besides... she was torn as well.

As long as there's always a home here for them. That's all that matters. She agreed quietly, her thoughts following the same line as her wife's. In her mind it did not matter what it was called... only that it welcomed them back when they needed it. You've done an amazing job, cielo. Rosalyn had helped, yes, but she had stepped back knowing the captain that Erzulie could be. And her wife had proven her more than correct in every conceivable way. She couldn't be more proud.