.rosemary.
With each passing second, it becomes clear that Crowns is not yet the lesson that will teach Rosemary caution. She nods her head to his words eagerly, face tilted, eyes gleaming with the pure curiosity of one that does not know hardship. There's hope and resilience in her easy stance, happiness and naive misguidance. Calypso remains tense, but even the hellcat bears the girl's innocence: Rosemary has an undeniable relaxing effect on others, even intimidating hellbeasts.
"Mmm," Rose nods absentmindedly when Crowns mentions his mother. While she mostly remains close to her family, she has grown old enough to wander and wander and wander. Thinking of a worried, frowning mother strikes her with guilt, and Rose is not one to dwell on negative emotions.
"Oh, you can teleport!" the girl gasps, a delighted grin lighting up her face. She doesn't know the limitless depths of the boy's magic, of how she might grow jealous over how little of her parents' magic passed down to her. "Tephra sounds lovely. What does it feel like to teleport? Does it tickle?" she chirps, but is miffed by the annoyance Calypso presses into her mind. Rude, Rose snaps back, casting her eyes briefly down to the hellcat.
Stumped by her companion, Rosemary misses half of what Crowns says next. Her face falls to a contemplative frown, ever expressive.
"I wonder what it's like to change into something . . ." she murmurs absently, eyes glazing with thought. She comes to a moment later, finding Crowns' gaze again: "When can I come to Tephra?"
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