Dragoncrest Cliffs The bombs are falling

It was good to hear that admiration echo in her tone. Rosalyn looked out as well and allowed a touch of pride to color the view. This place had been a journey in the making. She didn't need to remember specifics to know that.

The sea. That will never change. I've never lived away from it. Not long enough to ever consider it home at least. She couldn't even comprehend standing it. The few times they'd considered alternatives, it had been pure desperation driving it. Neither she nor Erzulie would compromise now. The sound of it, and the way it fills the air, are as much home as the trees. More even.

It was hard to pick a least favorite. And yet, maybe not. Meerkat was a stranger, so she did pass a moment in silence, wondering if she even wanted to say it. Her thoughts were still slightly scattered, but the conversation was bringing them around.

My least favorite. How many of our children chose to leave. And, worse, how many did without a word. Only Reyes had come back. Nieve, and Val, and ..... the haze took the rest. She struggled to find their names, but nothing would come. No details, no faces, just the idea that she knew more were there.