Blacktail Deer Plateau Maybe some things never change

Rosalyn smiled as Erzulie reconfirmed the words they often spoke.  It was always good to hear them and she'd never tire, nor would she stop returning it.  Neither of them said it, but Raleska was raised on the coast, and remember Nieve with the ocean?  Her gaze grew fondly distant as she pictured the small golden child, how she'd always played with the waves.  It had almost seemed like a friend, and had reminded Rosalyn a great deal of herself when that age.

I think they'd like to return.  And myself... I don't know that I trust my judgement anymore.  She expelled a breath, almost deprecating, but humored.  She was so tired of her own decisions being their downfall.  I've never asked you this.  Have you ever wanted to lead?  She watched Erzulie closely, to gauge her reaction to the question.  She wouldn't press if the ask was an unwelcome thought.  It was a question she should have asked a long time ago, even before their children were born.  Time and time again she'd assumed, something she now realized was a disservice and selfish on her end.  She didn't want to make that mistake again.