.rosemary.
As sweet as the summertime fruits Rosemary seeks, the girl bats her long lashes over curved, striking cheeks. She picks her steps carefully, soft summer sun dappling through a loosely woven canopy lighting up a golden sheen on her hooves. She smiles to herself, perhaps humming every few minutes, much to the dismay of large, shadowy feline creature padding silently to her right. They are quite the pair: beautiful, decadent innocence radiating next to dark, begrudging wisdom.
Rosemary does not think of that, though. No, she is delighted with her hellcat, even offers the creature a dazzling smile when she sways close enough for her shoulder to brush its head. The feline looks up at her with a gentle purr, giving the girl a softness no stranger will ever know. You're so lovely today, Rose, Calypso compliments. The girl smiles wide: "Thank you, Calypso. You're darling when you let the sunshine on you."
The pair weave between thick tree trunks, looking more and more like nymphs meant for brushing ferns and dangling branches. Rose is determined to discover the sweet apples and pricking blackberries her father has mentioned hide away deep in the woods. He will frown when Rosemary returns with a sugary stomachache and a few thorny cuts, but the girl is confident in the sharp eye of Calypso (and she knows Litotes trusts the hellcat, despite the chastising that rings in her head).
"Oh!" the girl cries when the trees suddenly break to reveal a small clearing decorated with tightly packed apple trees. "I think we've found them!" It appears we have, dear, Calypso replies, loping ahead to sniff out the shadows. Rose does not think of danger, though, following with a lazy smile and sparkling eyes. She reaches her mouth forward, wrapping galaxy-kissed lips around a bright red fruit. The delight splits in a half with a sharp crack.
"Ah, Cawypso, wu haf to twy dis!" Rose says through white flesh and juice dripping down her lips.
@[Yanhua]