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She did not catch it until Chacal had entered completely. Immediately Rosalyn understood and her concern melted into warm amusement. She hadn't had this before, had she? It was strange to think how young she was, still. Sometimes Rosalyn forgot. She'd always seemed older, her quiet thoughtfulness lending her years past some of her siblings.

It's nothing to be ashamed of. She said quietly, pushing herself to her feet. She felt the ache of muscles that had been happier at rest, but ignored it, just as she always ignored it. She gave her daughter a nod to follow and departed outside, where they could speak more freely of this. Erzulie might wake, but if she did, she would likely catch their voices and join them.

It is something all women feel, every year. Their season. It makes you restless for change and hungry for the attention of men. But if you find someone willing to give that attention, it is the time when pups are made. She gave Chacal a searching look. She did not know if her daughter sought to be a mother, or had ever even considered such a thing. She didn't remember those kinds of concerns at that age but her situation had also been different. There had been men she could not ignore, so herbs had served her where caution could not.

If that is something you want, Erzulie and I would be glad to see it. But if it is not, you will need to be careful. For some reason, the latter comment brought a moment of fear with it. Something deeper, buried, associated with unwanted children and a deep sense of loss. She did not know why she feared, so much, losing Chacal to it as well. But the feeling quietly persisted.