<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) under a thin camel trench coat<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Elysia's penthouse, downtown Vancouver<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>July 6th | Early evening<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>She comes bearing gifts...<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Elysia, Ken, Elias<br/><hr/>It had been a long while since Ros gathered with warlocks from Vancouver to socialize, let alone welcoming a new one into the west coast fold. Besides her outings with Ken there was a distinct lack of Roslyn's silhouette in most gatherings. There was always the pall following close behind from the less than savoury esoteric magic which she excelled in. That aside though, she was quite holed up of late tending to her own business. The nature of which ran deep and private which suited the somewhat reclusive warlock well against the backdrop of beautiful tidings and eclectic warlock parties. Much of her old life was still vibrant in there, even among the rich simplicity of Elysia's gorgeous choice of home. Rose told herself she need only be reminded of the person she once was rather than wallow in the present.<br/><br/>A soft clack of demure black high heels carried Roslyn through a marble foyer of the lavish high rise. The 'mundane' route suited her just fine and afforded her a spell of quiet time in her own head that the instant gratification of portals did not. With only the briefest moment of concentration she easily detected the magical aura about the elevator and, without hesitation, took it up to the penthouse. Each muted<em>whoosh</em>of a passing floor - and there were several - matched the little thud of her heartbeat.<br/><br/>Gods, why did she suddenly feel a flutter of nervousness poking at her chest? She'd been a social butterfly before. Surely there wasn't<em>much</em>dust to shake off. She even brought a bloody gift.<br/><br/>The final padded jolt of arriving at the highest level issued a ping, and then the portal to Elysia's penthouse gave way. Roslyn stepped boldly out into the entrance of the other warlock's home at once awash in an array of scents, sights, and sounds she'd been... missing. She smelt the vellum of old books. Muted petal pink lips mused their way into a small smile when the feeling of home enveloped her shoulders more warmly than the tied back trench coat she currently wore over top her dress.<br/><br/>Although, it was also immediately hard not to notice she was among the first to arrive. Her smile tugged more-so into a lopsided grin that was at once demure and a bit impish before it faded in seconds. Roslyn's attention turned to a cupboard by the entrance under a vaulted doorway. Careful ministrations helped guide her trench coat off one slender shoulder, then the other, while a hand remained occupied with a weighty marble box (https://assets.weimgs.com/weimgs/rk/images/wcm/products/202243/0497/img17xl.jpg) so deeply green that it was almost black, slung snugly into the crook of her arm.<br/><br/>Then she approached wearing a mantle of charm. The High Warlock Elias cut a severe shadow against Elysia's coral dress - a curt nod to him - and Ken, her social battery. She paused on the way over to greet the hostess long enough to gingerly touch Ken's sleeve.<br/><br/>"I should have known you'd arrive looking more dapper than any man or warlock ought to have the right to be, hm?" she teased. But then her undivided attention went to Elysia, looking like a goddess herself with a wreath of luscious dark hair tumbling down her shoulders.<br/><br/>Ros proffered up the housewarming gift. "Thank you for the invitation. It's lovely to make your acquaintance, and your home is wonderful." Not so humble as Elias' gift nor charming as Ken's but a practical one all the same. Roslyn's platinum head drifted to look down at the box quickly then back up to Elysia with an explanation, chuckling softly at her own joke. "The box isn't the gift, in case you're wondering. Later on when you have a moment of breathing room I'll tell you about what's inside."<br/><br/>Roslyn was sure the party would heat up quickly. It was the nature of warlocks on the whole, at least here, to be fashionably late then never leave.