<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 | Open<hr/><br/>A wide smile formed on Roslyn's pink petal lips when Ken complimented her in turn. The jovial, suavee warlock seemed to have a way with words that left her feeling like she didn't walk on the earthly ground but somewhere in the firmament. In fact on their first introduction in Vancouver, she had been so sure this was some sort of charm spell because of how uncanny it was that he managed to draw laughs and smiles from her like pebbles on a riverbed. Quickly, though, Ros learned the equally wonderful truth: Ken was simply a good natured man and it was infectious.<br/><br/>Now that the pair were comfortably relegated to the nearby corridor, Roslyn took the opportunity to clink her newly acquired fluted glass of champagne with Ken's to return the gesture. "There's so much food here, I don't even think you could empty Elysia's pantry if you tried for a week. Good on our lovely hostess for the mini feast." Roslyn countered with a grin as they commented on the delectable feast. Ros punctuated her comment by putting her flute glass down on a nearby side table so she could free up her hand to grab one of the fig halves. Dropping it into her mouth, an enunciated complimentary moan followed.<br/><br/>Gingerly, Ros swallowed down the morsel with a sip of champagne, then gave a shrug of her shoulders. "Well if more warlock parties had this kind of atmosphere I'd be there but... you know the clubs aren't really my scene. Or if I had excellent company to buffer all that socializing." An impish grin cropped up while Ros nudged into Ken's upper arm with her shoulder, fully welcoming his lean into her despite the fact he eclipsed her almost waifish form in comparison. Her platinum brow perked up with his offer, however.<br/><br/>"Oh? I like the sound of that. You have a deal." The younger warlock raised her glass to him again as if to seal their compact, then looked between her drink and his. "Unless you prefer something more old fashioned like a blood pact," she joked. Her cool gaze fell back down to her plate of hors d'oeurves with a mild look of concern interrupting the smooth porcelain complexion.<br/><br/>"I suppose I should make more of an effort to go out instead of being such a home body but, you know how it can be when you get busy." Admittedly, she'd been on the fence about revealing a troubling situation to her oldest and perhaps only warlock friend in Vancouver. Roslyn flicked her brow when she peered up at Ken again and felt an ebbing at the hard edges of her uncertainty.<br/><br/>She put on another smile and turned it back to him. "You simply have to tell me what you've been up to lately. Played around with any interesting magic? Met any new people?"