<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,  her bedroom>Attic<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Casual streetwear (https://www.polyvore.com/rose_mitchell-halliwell_work_clothes/set?id=232871523[/URL)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Victoria, Anduin.<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Tempest<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Meeting her whitelighter<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>{Victoria}</strong>“Its  because I love you I let you rant.” She teased “Don’t worry about Tempest, haven’t you heard she got her White lighter she is way too distracted to worry about a cake. And you…”<br/><br/>“I love you too, Victoria, so much” Rosalyn responded warmly, reacting then to the other bit of news about Tempest and her new whitelighter “Oh, she did? That's so great! I'll have to congratulate her!”<br/><br/>About the exact same time as her older cousin, Rosalyn felt the new presence in the house, a whitelighter's presence... it felt like it was coming from the attic, which meant it certainly wasn't Tempest's whitelighter... and was that... music? Some kind of wind instrument... a flute perhaps?<br/><br/><strong>{Victoria}</strong>“Well that interesting.”  Her light brown eyes quickly lit up “Somewhere around here there is either a lost white lighter trying to summon you or a lost flute player who stumbled into our home.” She said jokily “my money is on the flute player”<br/><br/>“I love you, you silly goose” Rosalyn said with a warm teasing smile before she looked up at the ceiling “I guess I'll orb on up there and check things out. If it's my whitelighter, I ought to greet them properly. I'll report back soon”<br/><br/>She leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her cousin's right cheek before she took a step back and orbed herself up to the attic...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>When she materialized to her intended destination and caught sight of the newcomer, a delicate maiden pink blush graced her features...<br/><br/>He was so handsome... he was fairly tall by the looks of him and cut a trim but nonetheless well built figure, his hair looked feather soft with a honey kissed hue... his clothes looked simple and comfortable, but that did not hinder him from resembling the handsome prince from a girl's dreamy fairy tale fantasies...<br/><br/>Gone was the sleepiness from before, at least by a large degree... she took a discreet deep breath as she attempted to regain her composure before she approached him where he sat with his flute “Um, hi there... my cousin Tempest already met her whitelighter I hear, so I am guessing you are here for me? I'm Rosalyn, Rosalyn Mitchell-Halliwell...”