Shadewood I'm writing from the future and you're doing ok

Rosalyn had indeed begun to give her daughter more room to roam, but it wasn't without trepidation.  It had become clearer and clearer, as she grew, that the child was different.  Rosalyn loved her fiercely, and would hear no judgements, but that did not mean she did not worry.  She was glad that her daughter had the others, but they only drew starker contrast.  She never spoke, shied from others, and showed no signs of ever uttering a word.

The only one she'd expressed any worries to was @Erzulie, but she knew there was little they could do.  Solaire and Arcelia thrived, as did Valravyn and Regin.  @Chacal perhaps did too... but in her own way.  And they'd each grow into their own, after a time.

She shook water from her coat as she returned, having taken one such excursion as an opportunity to hunt.  She'd ended up with a mid-sized bird and dropped the carcass before glancing around.  No doubt soon they'd be able to return... the rains wouldn't last forever, and perhaps the water had already receded.  

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