Seaside Moors My heart, my heart, my fickle heart

Seems no matter how hard we try, we always end with five, Rosalyn said quietly, smiling at her wife's touch.  Thinking of Raleska was still sore - but it couldn't overwhelm the tired peace that settled over her, now that this new life nestled at her side.  They could welcome the children back later... for now, the quiet suited her.

What do you think of Chacal? she asked.  The name was not from anything old... none of her names had been.  But she felt it fit... and only time would tell if she grew into it.