Dragoncrest Cliffs a wasting of my time

At the mention, Rosalyn’s conversation with Erzulie rose in her mind again. Perhaps what she’d decided wasn’t selfless - but was, instead, selfish fear. It wasn’t fair to what they shared or what they had, and more, it drew further lines between them. She thought she would have said the same of Erzulie’s children, should she have more… but this wasn’t true, she now knew. The choice would have been her wife’s.

So the choice would be Jorunn’s.

I’ve been thinking. It was unfair to tell you what your children would know me as. Rosalyn looked at her fondly. I would understand if you still agree. But if you don’t, I will be what you think best. A mother. A grandmother. A caretaker.

Rosalyn hoped that this continued to be enough. If she wished for a marriage of her own someday, a family beyond elderly women and shared moments, the pirate wouldn’t blame her. But she would leave a hole in her wake, one that Rosalyn hadn’t expected when she first proposed her terms, all those months ago.