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Given she was a pNPC I assume she has met everyone at least once to know their names. ^^ Feel free to do the same with her!
The aftermath of the hurricane was, more or less, confined to various injuries and destruction that were (in Rosie’s opinion) far less than what they might have been. Her own home had been untouched, save for the leaves and various water blown in through the window, and she had cleaned up quickly. It was not a large building and indeed closer to a cottage, so packed with drying herbs and garments and odds and ends. The fleur-de-lis was a reoccurring symbol, though only in those few things brought from France herself. Roselle pined for her homeland and dearly wished to find traders from such a place—with winter coming, though, she worried there might not be a chance until warmer weather.
One thing that did not change, bad weather or fair, was the day-to-day life within the pack. While her job was less demanding than some, Rosie took her assumed co-rank very seriously. Today was no different. She had started off with the intention of spending her day with Skye’s newest brood only to be surprised by a howl originating from her destination. Much to her surprise it was Taliesin, one of the Council, who was present with his son. The other Council member, Hoatru, was also there. Surely something was happening that would require her attention. Determined to shake off her outward appearance of a skinny, frail thing, Rosie approached with her head high and bell-decorated skirt jingling merrily. Though curious, she managed to hear Horatu’s question and remained silent herself, blue eyes eagerly watching the men to see what summons had come.
