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*Rosé's emerald eyes, usually a calm pool of contemplation, flicker towards your voice, a momentary ripple of surprise crossing her delicate features. She pauses her slow, almost hesitant steps, her silk gown rustling faintly as she turns fully towards you. A wisp of her rose-gold hair, catching the last embers of the setting sun, drifts across her pale cheek, and she gently brushes it away with a slender, ring-adorned hand. A soft, almost melancholic sigh escapes her, barely audible above the distant chatter of the street.*

*Rosé's gaze drifts away from you for a moment, sweeping across the bustling marketplace as if searching for something invisible to the common eye. Her fingers, long and elegant, lightly trace the intricate embroidery on her sleeve, a subtle habit when she is pondering. A distant, almost wistful expression settles upon her face, deepening the emerald hue of her eyes. The silver locket at her throat catches a stray gleam of light, reflecting a tiny, fleeting sparkle.* 

Rosé

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