<span style="color: #FF40FF">A smile had formed when she felt that the girl was approaching, but when the girl was right behind her, and she looked over at her, her face was a blank slate, only her eyes were twinkling. "Do you know me?" She repeats, her voice even more alluring than her looks. It was hard to describe, like something from another world. The sound was just mesmerizing, and from the accent one could tell that she was of European descent, Italian mainly. She raises an eyebrow at the comment of having seen her somewhere, the right corner of her lip lifting in a tiny smirk. "If you feel that you know...then <span style="font-style: italic">why</span> are you asking me?" <br/><br/>Turning to face the girl completely now, she looks straight in to the other female's eyes. For a moment, nothing was said, not a single word. She was gazing deeply at the other girl, almost like she was attempting to look in to her soul, read what was there. Taking a deep breath, she sighs softly, tilting her head forward a tiny bit, her lashes brushing against her cheeks. "You smell like him..." She murmurs quietly, still no emotion showing on her face. But when she looked up, a mixture of disappointment, and resentment could be seen.<br/><br/>"You...you're not him. That can not be." She bites her bottom lip, before picking out the black rose that was among the red and pink. Leaning forward, she places the rose behind the girl's ear. It had not thorns, so it would not scratch her. As she placed the flower, Vataliny speaks up. "I resent you. I resent the fact you smell like him. But I do not hate you. My name is Vataliny Von Rosiere. And yes...you most likely know exactly who I am. It will just take time for the pieces to fall in to place. If you ever want to stop by for a visit...I live in the mansion just outside of town...you'll know it when you see it."<br/><br/>Turning away, moving almost like a graceful ballerina, she turns her back to the girl. "And with this, I must be going. I bid you farewell. Arrivederci il mio agnellino. Until we meet again." She then begins to walk away, back down the path of the park, and turns a corner, disappearing from view. If Gabriela were to follow her, she would find that Vataliny was no where to be seen, as the moment she'd turned the corner, she had vanished, leaving naught a trace behind, except for a single red rose petal.<br/><br/>Arriving back at the mansion, she goes to the large gathering room, or some would say living room, and picks up two empty vases, putting a mixture of red and pink roses in each. Adding water from a watering can, she sets them by the large window on the sill, so that the sun could get to them, and so they could be seen from outside. Gazing out the window, she sighs to herself. Why did things have to turn out this way? Was it some glitch in the rebirth system? Or was this just someone else who seemed to smell like her lover? It was all so confusing...<br/><br/>Deciding to make a cup of tea, she goes to the kitchen, boiling some water, and then putting it in a tea pot, as well as picking out a rose designed tea cup and saucer. Placing it on a platter, she carries it back to the main room, crossing the floor to set it on a small side table. Sitting on a fancy couch by the unlit fireplace, she pulls her legs up, curling her stocking covered feet on the cushion. <br/><br/>Picking up a book from the coffee table that set in front of the couch, she begins to read. It was a compilation of many different poets, such as William Shakespeare, Thomas Wyatt, Walter Ralegh, and several others. It was also a very old book, much like everything else in the mansion. Like herself. Turning the page of the book, she settles herself in, comfortable with how she was right then and there, letting the whole confrontation with that girl slip from her mind. It was no use worrying over something like that...<br/><br/>Pouring herself a cup of tea, and placing a couple of sugar cubes and bit of milk in it, she takes a sip. She couldn't change what happened...there was no possible way. So...she would just have to deal with it. Vataliny couldn't help but wonder if the girl would accept her offer to visit the mansion. Only time would tell. Sighing again, she sets the cup down, and continues to read, submerging herself in the inky letters on the page.</span>