<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/69/ed/9e/69ed9e154109c8b6f251c7ce6eac15f0.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Roslyn Glen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16378472#msg16378472)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Green slip dress (https://i.pinimg.com/474x/04/4e/38/044e385760bfbfa3842bcbc5d21443d0.jpg)<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Elysia's penthouse, downtown Vancouver<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>July 6th | Early evening<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Sampling the feast<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ken, mentioning Elias and Elysia | Open<hr/>A warm smile pulled itself across Roslyn's pink petal lips in response to the hostess. Though the corner of Ros's lips ended up tugging into the faintest lopsided smirk of satisfaction when Elysia expressed intrigue by the gift. She enjoyed being able to bring delight and curiosity to others, knowing well in due time that she could reveal the present to the elder warlock when it was appropriate. For now she decided it best to leave the stunning brunette to her duties of greeting and mingling while the party began to pick up with more and more familiar warlock facing streaming in.<br/><br/>Roslyn headed past Elysia to the bountiful sideboard prepared. It reminded her a lot of days at court when food and good drink was flowing readily to liven up equally intriguing conversation. For her own part, unlike Elias' modest palate about as libertine as cardboard, she immediately honed in on a setting of delicate fresh fig halves wrapped in prosciutto with a crumble of goat cheese sprinkled on top. The baked balsamic glaze drizzled over the complex layers made her mouth water. Immediately she consigned three of the skewed pieces to a small ivory plate and then sought out Ken again.<br/><br/>The platinum haired warlock spent a few moments touring the lovely decor - the likes of such a collection she had never seen in ages - and passed by the ascetic Elias on her way through with another curt little nod of polite greeting. There in the distance she spotted Ken. A little triumphant sound issued from between her lips.<br/><br/>"I haven't really felt inclined to go to any clubs or parties lately but I'm glad I didn't turn up this offer. Her home is spectacular." Roslyn said, by way of breaking into conversation with Ken. Her smile widened as she lifted one of the impaled fig appetizers. "And the food is heavenly. Have you tried any yet?"