Seaside Moors Longs for sun and lays in the dark

Domestic bliss had wrapped them once more, and aside from the presence of the cat, all was quiet.  It was unfortunate the near danger meant they could not take the children on a trip, but Rosalyn still was sure to share tales of what was to come soon.

Today, she'd left them in their maman's care and taken to the northern edges of the moors.  She carefully traced the edge of the territory, glancing every so often at the places beyond.  None had come seeking the witch in a long while... perhaps, finally, she was gone.

As though the train led her, Rosalyn's path listed, and she began to instead seek out @Raleska.  Their interactions had been few and brief since her return, and despite the mixed feelings that still dwelt, she found herself drawn.  If she sought to avoid the children she'd given, none were here now.