Rosetta Rae
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Haus D' Amour
A young fourteen year old girl sat in the manor's garden. She was tan, tall, and perhaps a tad too slender. Her long, wavy brunette locks were twisted and pulled to one side. Her amazingly unique amethyst eyes shone in the light like the moon does at night. Her lips were a darker shade of pink, therefore you could tell she had applied some sort of lip shine. She was wearing a white sundress made of a soft and light material. She had white and gold slippers to match, and a lucky four-leaf clover was held oh so gently in her hand. She was sitting with her legs crossed on a bench, facing the fountain in the center of the garden. Amazingly, even when the manor was snowy, the garden would still stay green and healthy. It was as if Rosetta could actually speak to plants and understand their every thought and emotion. Sighing, she began to fidget around with her hair, twisting it and running her hands through it. Not many of the Gaians had arrived yet, and she was wondering if they would ever pay attention to her lovely garden she had beautified just for them. Closing her eyes, she let Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata play in the back of her mind as she let the cold, bitter wind chill her every thought.
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