10-24-2018, 07:57 PM
❀ ❀ ❀ ROSEWAR DARLING ❀ ❀ ❀
"Impossible," she says, delicately, upon waltzing up to this little group with dainty steps and a practiced swish of her tail, "Simba has redeeming qualities. You do not." Her signature mums are strangled here, caught within the earth beneath the observatory floor, which shatters her image a bit; nevertheless, she still has her perfumed scent of flowers, up-tilted chin, and cold baby blue eyes to make up for the brief interruption to her cultivated appearance. And Pandora, of course; the tiny hummingbird spirit floats just over her shoulder, fluttering bitty wings frantically as Rosie lets her attention pass over these... creatures. There females are a bit pretty, but not nearly as pretty as her, and therefore she is neither interested in them nor jealous of their beauty. Absolutely none of their names have stuck with her and she has little interest in rectifying that fact. "I'm Rosie," she announces, primly, her stare flickering away from their absolute mess of a seraph to the girl who had brought together this little group. The dainty wolf couldn't let her keep the center of attention, after all. "Rosewar Darling. Your pleasure, I'm sure." Erebus Harbringer was left abandoned, the string of last names long since abandoned when she decided she hated her father and hated the family Glossy had brought with her. Darling, however. Darling had a nice ring to it.