Dragoncrest Cliffs even when you seemed to me

As the nights grew colder, Rosalyn could feel the years weighing on her more. Some days she woke stiffer, many she woke feeling off, but she continued. She knew she could fight if needed and the sea was an easier hunting ground than the fields.

Still, the feeling lurked, and times like these she couldn't help but consider it. Jorunn looked radiant, and Erzulie so full of hope. She wondered a moment why they'd felt the need to ask.

Then she thought she recognized it and she smiled. You'd want to raise them together? She asked, looking at Erzulie first. She'd wondered if her wife would miss it when she decided that she would not bear any more the next year. I'd never say no to that.

Jorunn had earned her place at her wife's side and Rosalyn had no capacity for jealousy at it. There was only a lurking regret that she felt the numbering of her seasons... the way everything felt heavier, harder, and less sure. She would claim no children the following spring. It would be making a promise she did not think she would be capable of keeping.