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Rosetta arrived in Ashen City with her new wand in hand. She touched down softly before a quaint little flower shop. The young Orderite had received news that her parents had been killed in the war, and had their weapons returned to her. She had decided that she needed to grow up and that today was the day to choose her weapon. Tendrils of sorrow and loneliness still wound around her soul, though, and she wanted to do something to make that go away. She wanted to get some roses to leave on their weapons, as a token of her acceptance that they had passed.

The red-haired girl gingerly entered the florist's shop, and was met with the most pleasant fragrances of each and every flower. The tiniest of smiles graced her lips as her eyes wandered over the rainbows of flowers. Poppies and peony's, tulips and snap dragons, daffodils and daisies, this shop had every flower she could think of and then some. And the roses. She had never seen such a wide array of roses before. So many different colors had bloomed beautifully, their sweet perfume gracing the air. She lifted a white rose to her nose and breathed in deeply. She had no idea which roses she would pick.

Rosetta nearly dropped the rose bud when she heard a voice directly next to her. After a long pause she used to calm her heartbeat down, she realized that the woman who had asked her a question was still waiting for an answer. "Oh! Um..." Rosetta lowered her gaze to the rose in her hands, embarrassed at her clumsiness. After a second she returned her gaze to the employee. She didn't seem to be an Orderite, judging by her olive green horns and scales that lined her forearms. She must be a Dovaa then, Rose concluded. She smiled shyly, her cheeks rosy from embarrassment. "I... I was, um..." she fumbled with her words. "I... I need some roses." she mumbled, twisting the white rose bud between her fingers. "Would you help me?" she asked, shining her golden eyes on the young woman's. She seemed friendly, with her easy - going smile spread across her face. But then again, she might not be. Some people were like that.

Rosetta happily followers the pretty Dovaa lady over to the roses. When she was asked who the roses were for, she lowered her gaze to her hands again, biting her lip. "Oh, no..." she mumbled, twisting the stem of the white rose bud between her fingers. "They...they're...um..." she brought a hand up to brush her bangs out of her eyes. "They're for my parents..." she let the words tumble from her mouth, keeping her golden gaze downward. "They...um...They passed..." she added. "...in the war." she sighed. She looked up quickly, locking eyes with the Dovaa. "But I'll be alright." she said, sounding less confidant than she'd hoped to sound.

Rosetta tried to fix her posture so she wouldn't give off the emotions that were swimming in the pit of her stomach, but her eyes gave her away. In the depths of the golden orbs gleamed a sadness and grim acceptance. When faced with another question, Rosetta blinked several times and tried to think of a way to answer her.

"No... I, uh... I live in the woods..." she explained, then realized that her explanation sounded as if she had no home. "I... I mean, in a cottage." she squeaked, nervously raising on tip-toe and rocked back on her heals. "My parent's cottage." she mumbled, lowering her gaze and biting her lip.

She was lost in her thoughts for a second when the Dovaa began talking to her again. She could hear something in the lady's voice she hadn't heard in a long time (since her parent's had been gone, to be exact), something that she had been afraid of since; concern. Actual concern filled the lady's voice. Concern for her, Rosetta. The lady had told her that if she needed anything that she should come to her. A complete stranger. "Oh, I couldn't..." she tried to interject, but then the Dovaa mentioned that she lived by the sea.

Rosetta had never seen the ocean before, only the lake that she lived nearby. She immediately began to think about the stories her mother told her about it, how it stretched as far as the eye could see, where the deep blue of the water met the horizon was almost indistinguishable. How the water was salty, and there was sand leading into the waves that lapped the shore.

Rosetta snapped back to the present and realized that the Dovaa introduced herself. Blinking several more times, Rosetta shakily did the same. "M-my name is Rosetta." She curtseyed politely, dipping her head. A Ysali Dovaa! she had read about them in her father's study, and they seemed to be nice. Rosetta gave Kavanna a small smile when she realized where she was again and what she was doing. "M-might i buy these flowers?" she asked, pointing to the two white roses sitting next to the others.

Rosetta's eyes sparkled with admiration, leaving her in awe of how compassionate and considerate this stranger was to her. Well, I guess she isn't a stranger any more... she thought to herself. Wild adventures played out in her head of her exploring the vast ocean, envisioning a quaint cottage not unlike her own nestled on the sand as the waves lapped at their lawn. Life must be so subtle and care-free at the ocean~ she smiled minutely.

Rosetta snapped back and scolded herself for her daydreams. She told herself that it would be muck too rude just to show up on Kavanna's doorstep and ask to stay. The Dovaa had done so much to ease the pain of her parent's death away, and she didn't, she couldn't be that selfish.

The little Orderite's mind returned to the sandy beaches, the pastel shells and the unimaginable shades of the ocean, clouds, and horizon. The sound of the waves lapping the shore and the white birds circling above, just to fall into a steep dive and break the surface of the water, capturing a wriggling fish in its beak. Her mother's tale whispered through her mind, bringing tears to her eyes. She decided that the ocean would be her next big adventure.

Rosetta looked up and realized that the kind Dovaa was holding the two white roses out to her. A red blush covered her ears as she sheepishly accepted them. "Th - thank you." She grinned, feeling the first smile of the day light up her face.

Forgetting about the sharp thorns on the thin stems of the roses, Rosetta tightened her grasp on them, surprised at the sudden stinging in her palms. "Oww..." she breathed, raising her palm to her lips to lick the tiny crimson lines of blood that had appeared on her palm.

She looked up and met Kavanna's eyes, her ears turning red again. "So... um... what's, uh," she stuttered, dropping her eyes. "What's it like? To live on...on a beach?"

Rosetta nodded enthusiastically, adding to her visual of how the beach might look. She looked down at her hand, the bright liquid pooling a bit in the lines and creases of her palm and fingers. The stinging sensation had spread up to her elbow, her arm shaking slightly.

Then Rose moved her golden gaze to Kavanna's calming, reassuring green eyes, then to her glowing green palm. A second of indecision hit her stomach, but then she slowly extended her shaking hand closer to the Dovaa. She had never healed anyone herself, and was curious to see how it was actually done. She was a bit surprised that Kavanna was a healer, but then found that it would have been an easy guess, judging by her soothing aura.

She bit her lip and waited to see what would happen.

Rosetta brought her hand up to her eyes and smiled. Her skin was as perfect as it was when she woke up that morning. "Th-Thank you." she mumbled. She looked back up at Kavanna, smiling and responded confidently. "Once I get another dragon soul, I will visit the beach." Rosetta smiled peacefully at the Dovaa, happy that she had encountered and befriended her. "Well, i better...um... get these home..." she brushed a finger over one of the silky petals. "It was a pleasure to meet you." she twittered quietly, bowing deeply. I hope I see her again soon. Maybe at the beach! rose thought as she exited the shop and headed home.



Once home, she placed the roses atop her parent's weapons, glided over to her small desk, and started to doodle on a sheet of milky parchment. Curling waves and scalloped shells emerged from the tip of her pen, her mind elsewhere, thanks to one very motherly Dovaa.