Sally was taking Rosie for a walk, the toddler being much too active and playful to keep couped up for long. Rosie actually seemed like a great big bundle of energy from sunup to sundown - once it was dark outside the girl practically dropped right off to sleep. Sally wasn't sure if this was a blessing or not, while it certainly kept her busy during the days, the dear wasn't as fussy as she remembered Sylvestanya being as a toddler. She closely watched the red-colored little girl as she walked closely beside her, an amused smile on her lips. Rosie was just learning to walk and kept tumbling down, usually tripping over her own legs after losing her balance. The whole spectacle was agonizingly adorable. The toddler seemed to finally be getting it though and Sally was a bit relieved - she'd been half afraid the girl would get hurt before too much longer.
Rosie was concentrating hard as she put one foot in front of the other, while keeping her balance. Walking was harder than it looked! She'd taken a couple of tumbles so far and her bottom was starting to hurt a bit but she wasn't gonna give up! Nope! Rosie moved her back foot to catch it up with the front one, but lost her balance and fell to the ground with a thump. She almost started to pout but something in the distance caught her eyes. Pretty colors. Lots of them. She pointed to them and said "Ook Mommy, fowers."