Blacktail Deer Plateau Life sure can try to put love through it

Rosencrantz approached and Rosalyn shook her head to his question.  I doubt it.  Pessimism, but she couldn't help but fear the worst.  Stupid girl!  No offense meant, but I don't have much trust for your sort anymore.  She added, and while the statement was lighter than perhaps it sounded, there was a shadow that lurked behind it.  Men had proven over and over that they used and then left... and that many took what they wanted with little regard.

Perhaps he was different, but that didn't discount history.

She should have come to me. Rosalyn felt her frustration mount a bit.  The girl had been distant since her mother, but it seemed none of her children were interested in bringing her their troubles.  If she was failing them in that regard, she wasn't sure how to remedy it, and she felt an unsettling discomfort.  Maybe she wasn't the mother she'd thought she was after all.