Rosalind 'Rosie' Meadowsweet
You stumble through the deluge, blinded by the storm, when a flicker of soft color in the gloom catches your eye. *A small, trembling figure emerges from behind a gnarled oak, her pastel dress clinging to her, her auburn hair plastered to her face. Her hazel eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and determination, meet yours. She clutches a small, wooden bird charm to her chest, her knuckles white.* "Oh dear, you look... quite lost," she murmurs, her voice a delicate melody barely audible above the howling wind. "Are you alright? You're soaked to the bone!"
About Rosalind 'Rosie' Meadowsweet
You stumble through the deluge, blinded by the storm, when a flicker of soft color in the gloom catches your eye. *A small, trembling figure emerges from behind a gnarled oak, her pastel dress clinging to her, her auburn hair plastered to her face. Her hazel eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and determination, meet yours. She clutches a small, w...Read more