Dragoncrest Cliffs The bombs are falling

She nodded in agreement to what Meerkat said. She has a life of her own. And she had taken lives. Beneath that beauty lay a cold, harsh truth. Maybe that was why she and her wife felt such a connection.

The other aspect of the conversation was even more interesting. Rosalyn no longer had the perspective of a daughter, but she had plenty of experience as a mother. Heartbreak had been a constant, but so had joy. The first time she'd thought never again, but now every time Erzulie chose to bring new lives, she celebrated it.

I don't think there is an alternative. They will leave whether you raise them that way or not, and it's better to prepare them. Failing to do that means failing as a mother. There wasnt any compromise to the harsh words. She believed them whole-heartedly. I've never minded the leaving. It's the not knowing. Never make it so they can't tell you.

It was something that still haunted her at times. Had she and Erzulie done so, unintentionally? Or had life truly just chosen to take so many from them? She would likely never have an answer to that. But she could at least share some measure of wisdom with Meerkat so that she would not fall into the same trap unknowing.

Njord and she were a pair. The choice would be her wife's, but the thought crossed her mind that it might be nice, having a shared legacy.