Dragoncrest Cliffs you set me on fire

It was perfect.  No interruptions, no other worries, just the two of them and the glow of the early light.  She nearly could have drifted off again, entirely content, except doing so would mean losing the awareness of her wife. She rested her temple against Erzulie's, then glanced over to find her looking back with an expression that wasn't hard to read.  It filled her with something indescribable and her gaze softened further, reflecting it.

It felt they had spent lifetimes like this.

Her mind drifted to Chacal and, finally, she allowed herself to break the silence between them. The charge of it did not leave her. We've been grandmothers before. It will be different, knowing them. She recalled Reyes and his, but not their names nor what they had been like. They hadn't had the time. She had spent most of it focused on him.

I am glad that she is alone, but I wish that our children could find this. Reyes had seemed like he had, in the woman he brought, but he'd felt that before. Rosalyn thought perhaps men, even her own son, were incapable of the resolve that it took to truly build roots. It was why the cliffs persisted while all else fell.