Seaside Moors Storms cause our flowers to bloom

Ah, history.  There was a time Rosalyn would have balked to share, but she'd found as she aged that her walls were cracking.  If a wolf was to judge her, she'd rather they know her, because then at least she'd have done what she could.  To leave space was to give weight to assumptions and her patience for such things, when it came to family, was low.  Miranda was to be family now.

She chose me, but I embraced her.  Rosalyn answered, allowing the tide to push her a bit closer to shore, and then digging her paws into the soft sand beneath the depths.  I was born on the coast and have lived there all my life.  I suppose I've just never considered an alternative.  She was a Pirate, and pirates did not dwell on land.

Now I have given that love to my family, and they will likely do the same to theirs.  She added, clearly satisfied with this outcome.  How did she draw you in?  This was a fun play on words, in a way... it could be the sea, but she knew that this one was a recruit of Erzulie. Perhaps her wife had convinced him, or perhaps he had needed none.