Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2015 8:45:42 GMT -5
Rosalinda was grateful she did not accompany her family to Calandria. Perhaps she might have gone, only if she had Katie around, someone to distract her from the arduous task of being in the same place as Elena and not wrapping her fingers about her throat.
She supposed the visit would be concluding at some point in the next few days, she supposed, if it had not already been completed. And then her family would surely be going to Faucheux, a journey south she would soon be making with her cousins. But there would be no time for rest - there was business to discuss, particularly with Dante.
Casting her stormy blue eyes out to the lake, Rosa brought herself back to the present, for the moment, anyway. The inn had been very accommodating. Rosa often had a need to unwind, so she was grateful when they had managed to provide her with the equipment needed to weave. She had them set it up on her balcony, where she could sit and watch the sun set, the land changing around her as she created the material. Maybe Maricela would like it? She had plenty, Rosa knew. Or maybe she could make it for Catalina's new baby.
Oh, babies. Rosa thought briefly that perhaps she ought to go and visit her cousin in Calandria, see the children. Catalina had married well enough, and Rosalinda had a feeling she appreciated being a mother...but Rosa ached for more. The power to control her own destiny was a potent drug, and she'd not had a satisfactory hit yet.
Maricela Sandoval
She supposed the visit would be concluding at some point in the next few days, she supposed, if it had not already been completed. And then her family would surely be going to Faucheux, a journey south she would soon be making with her cousins. But there would be no time for rest - there was business to discuss, particularly with Dante.
Casting her stormy blue eyes out to the lake, Rosa brought herself back to the present, for the moment, anyway. The inn had been very accommodating. Rosa often had a need to unwind, so she was grateful when they had managed to provide her with the equipment needed to weave. She had them set it up on her balcony, where she could sit and watch the sun set, the land changing around her as she created the material. Maybe Maricela would like it? She had plenty, Rosa knew. Or maybe she could make it for Catalina's new baby.
Oh, babies. Rosa thought briefly that perhaps she ought to go and visit her cousin in Calandria, see the children. Catalina had married well enough, and Rosalinda had a feeling she appreciated being a mother...but Rosa ached for more. The power to control her own destiny was a potent drug, and she'd not had a satisfactory hit yet.
Maricela Sandoval