<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1600/0*2417MxeUm-jF7zrp.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rosalyn Mitchell-Halliwell<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>March, little after midnight.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor,  Kitchen<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Casual streetwear (https://www.polyvore.com/rose_mitchell-halliwell_work_clothes/set?id=232871523[/URL)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anduin, Max, Elias and her family<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Unsure what to think at this point and feeling the effects of weariness descending once again.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rosalyn has been mostly silent for the majority of the exchanges between Max, Anduin and Elias... she often found wisdom in observation, though to be perfectly honest with herself... she wasn't altogether too sure what to think of Elias being half demon, but then on the other hand... saying a demon couldn't choose to rebel against evil would be like trying to say that every whitelighter had to be a stuck up snooty tight ass.<br/><br/>Real life was messy. Real life was not black and white, there was an entire rainbow of hues and shades to consider...<br/><br/>Question was... would trusting Elias wind up biting them in the ass before the end? Would it be too arrogant to assume they had nothing to worry about with a house full of Halliwell witches and two whitelighters? Or should they be far more cautious and concerned?<br/><br/>The brunette witch delicately caught her lower lip between her teeth and discreetly nervously nibbled... she made a mental note to talk to Victoria later about everything going through her head... she knew if anyone, Victoria would be able to help her sort out what she was thinking and feeling about all of this. It might even be wise to share with at least one other person her opinion to not completely throw caution to the wind where Elias was concerned.<br/><br/>For now though, she wasn't going to pass judgment upon the fella, not until he gave her reason to be legitimately suspicious of him.<br/><br/>An involuntary yawn escaped Rosalyn then, her body deigning to remind her how low on rest she was... her eye lids were becoming steadily heavier, “If we're going to be discussing anything else super important, may I suggest the making of coffee? I am going to be needing it if I am to remain awake for much longer. I had a VERY long day at the kids shelter today”