Dragoncrest Cliffs a wasting of my time

Rosalyn held her, close, content in the warmth and the resolution. She felt easier now that her denial wasn’t a weight she carried. She’d known ever since that Jorunn deserved more.

Names were easy. If they were going to be mothers together, then their children would be siblings. Rosalyn knew she could speak for both she and Erzulie on this. Her wife would feel the same.

They could take the name our children usually take. Dahomey is Erzulie’s, Rivaini is mine. Or, if you wanted your own, you could start something new. Her name had never been the part of her she worried about carrying forward. She didn’t even remember the ones who gave it to her.