<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, Foyer>Bedroom<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Casual streetwear (https://www.polyvore.com/rose_mitchell-halliwell_work_clothes/set?id=232871523[/URL)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open.<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Kamea and Elias<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Getting home very late from work, she is very sleepy.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Rosalyn yawned as she orbed into the foyer of the Halliwell ancestral home, she was utterly exhausted... but it was worth it, poor new little Elizabeth was having a difficult time adjusting after the death of her mother and she'd taken quite a shine to Rosalyn over the past two weeks, Rosalyn was only delighted to stay longer tonight without extended pay to comfort the frightened child.<br/><br/>Apparently she was at the shelter temporarily until she could be placed in a foster care home, Elizabeth was scared, angry and feeling all alone in the world... it made her think of how her grandmother Paige felt when her adopted parents died, except Elizabeth was much younger and finding it so much more difficult to cope and understand. Her mommy was gone and she couldn't understand for the life of her why or why she couldn't come back... how did you explain death to a six year old?<br/><br/>Rosalyn had managed to calm the girl down enough after dinner was served that she allowed Rosalyn to tuck her into bed, read her story and even made Rosalyn promise she'd stay until she fell asleep. Poor kid.<br/><br/>Another yawn escaped Rosalyn as she progressed along the foyer and headed towards the stairs without even glancing once to the side of her where her cousin and her white-lighter were, she only murmured groggily as she passed “I made lemon squares the other night, they're in the fridge”<br/>She looked up at the staircase and irritatedly pursed her lips before she yawned again “Nope, not feeling stairs tonight, too tired. Want sleep. Want bed.”<br/><br/>With that, Rosalyn focused her power to orb herself up to her bedroom, she didn't even bother getting changed.... nope, she just walked up to her powder pink bed and fell forward, snuggling her cheek into the blankets and falling fast asleep.