Dragoncrest Cliffs I hope you find your peace, falling on your knees, praying.

As both Chacal and the stranger insisted she knew him, Rosalyn's patience grew frayed. Not out of anger towards them, but because the name they gave was meaningless. He'd called her maman, but she did not know him.

Something was wrong. Chacal would not lie to her, she knew, and she knew that her own mind did. The coldness in her eyes faltered and was replaced, for a brief moment, with confusion.

This wasn't Reyes... had there been other sons? Her frustration mounted as the details remained in fog. You should see Erzulie. Rosalyn turned away, fur prickling with the same tension that laced her quiet words. She'll want to know.

Chacal could handle this. She needed to leave. There had been others... surely there had been others. Loko, Sobo, Reyes. Mireille, Coraline, Chacal... and nothing. Their names were gone, and who knew when (or if) they would reappear to her.