.rosemary.
A bubbly laugh and an mhmm follows Yanhua's teasing. Rosemary's father taught her caution and observation but her mother--why, her mother taught her boundless love and patience. She grew up watching a sweet woman watch an endlessly wounded and lost man. What does she know of caution? When Lilt did not come away burnt by Rose's father, the girl threw caution to the wind.
So, who WASN'T a friend to Rosemary? Sometimes she thinks she could find understanding in even the darkest hearts. After spending her childhood tussling with her father's shadow creatures, even the darkness was a companion.
An affinity for compassion and a spoonful of naivety makes for a graceful, grinning fool. Rose doesn't know that, yet, though. All she has to show for are a few skinned knees and a puddle of tears shed while fighting with her twin. And perhaps she doesn't even know the true meaning of compassion, not yet. She thinks she feels it now, after watching Yanhua's body fall from tensed to relaxed. And fear? The thief of the joy she knows so intimately? She'll find compassion in that, too. Whenever she finally feels it.
"The Alliance?" Rose asks with a curious tilt of her head. Her mouth twists into an eager, becoming smile. "Are you representing a land?" Certainly not Sylva or Silver Cove, but perhaps the sticky pine scent sticking to his fur speaks of somewhere wondrous Rosemary has yet to see.
Eyes sharp with the clarity of an ever-turning mind, Rose casts her gaze out to the apples dangling from the trees, then back to Yanhua's handsome face.
"And why? Are you trying to steal my apples away?" A question accompanied by a musical laugh. Rose carefully steps forward, eyes alighting on a particularly shiny red fruit hanging to Yan's right. She reaches her muzzle out to grab it: "I don't know if I can share."
@[Yanhua] this is kinda weird but here you go :>