[center][h2][color=crimson]❀[/color] [u]Rosalina Idwal[/u] [color=crimson]❀[/color][/h2][i]"[color=silver]Why won't you look at me, Rosa?[/color]"[/i]

[i]"[color=Crimson]Because I don't deserve you.[/color]"[/i]

❀ [@Lmpkio] [color=crimson]❀[/color][/center]

Yet another day of festivities drags on, and the citizens of Fiore couldn't be more thrilled. Despite the significance that the Grand Magic Games held for the guilds, Rosalina couldn't help but find the event to be somewhat unnecessary. Pitting the guilds against each other to prove who was the strongest? It sounded like the ramblings of insecure children, desperate to prove themselves to anyone willing to grant them the time of day. Forced to attend the event out of necessity, Rosalina would be lying if she said she wasn't enjoying watching the fights. The lady stood, garbed in her brown leather attire at the edge of the Council members booth with her hands gently placed along the balcony railings. The position was optimal for spectating the various battles and challenges, and there even seemed to be a private screening Lacrima in the middle of some very comfortable looking chairs for a more relaxed viewing experience. Rosalina preferred the balcony. The breeze was nice and she could avoid conversation easier.

Hearing someone approach the stand, her gaze shifted slightly to the right to catch a fellow member of the Council, Sayatachi Nijiko, entering the area to continue watching the games. Rosalina rested her left elbow on the railing and shifted the back of her hand to act as a pedestal for her cheek. Clearly she was less than pleased by the arrival of her colleague. Where Rosalina was more reserved and preferred to stay out of the spotlight, Sayatachi seemed to be anything but. The other day when the Council had been asked to stand before the crowds and introduce themselves, Rosalina had blatantly gone against her leaders wishes and just didn't show up all together. The idea of being put on display like an animal at the zoo made her incredibly uncomfortable. Sayatachi seemed like the type of person that would have absolutely reveled in all that attention.

Rosalina caught Sayatachi's eye, and locked her gaze with the other lady's. She stood up straight and offered a polite nod. She may have disliked the woman, but Rosalina would never allow herself to be disrespectful to someone warranting of respect. Even if she would never say it out loud, Rosalina held the other council members in high esteem and was incredibly proud to be included among such established individuals. Perhaps that was why she was so strict on them when they acted out of line. Not that she could talk, having skipped the entirety of yesterday due to a personal fear.

"[color=crimson]A pleasure as always, Lady Nijiko.[/color]" She took a few steps forward towards Sayatachi and offered the woman her hand in a polite, formal greeting.

[center][h2][color=MediumPurple]♫[/color] [u]Isabella and Bullet[/u] [color=FireBrick]☠[/Color][/h2][i]"[color=FireBrick]I just don't feel like talking.[/color]"[/i]

[i]"[color=MediumPurple]You never do.[/color]"[/i]

[color=MediumPurple]♫[/color] @Anyone [color=FireBrick]☠[/Color][/center]

Two young children sit on a park bench, one holding a hat filled with coins of various value. She beams in delight at what she and her young partner were able to earn that day. Snow falls gently, blanketing the ground in a thin layer of white. The young girl shivers, goosebumps lining her pale skin. Noticing her discomfort, the young boy removes his coat and offers it to her. She says something, probably thanking him, but her words are muffled. Pretty soon the image becomes blurry, and a blinding white light, eclipsing the pure, snow. The light is blinding, and causes Bullet's head to sting with pain as he jolts awake in the hospital room.[hr]

Garbed in a patients robe, Bullet stared around in confusion while reflecting on his dream. It was really just a recollection of a fond memory from his early days with Isabella. Remembering her name made him panic. What had happened to her during their fight with those Dark Wizards? He'd been knocked out pretty early, much to his embarrassment. He quickly jumped out of bed and began searching through the various cupboards for his clothes. Once he'd found them he hastily dressed himself, pulling his robe over his shoulders just as a familiar voice perked up and sent a wave of relief through him.

"[color=MediumPurple]Bullet! Some guy kicked the vending machine and it fell over and candy went everywhere![/color]" Isabella skipped into the room, her arms piled up with junk food. She threw the stash down onto the now empty bed and smiled at Bullet. He looked towards the floor, gritting his teeth in frustration.
"[color=FireBrick]I'm sorry, Bella. I can't believe I got knocked out like that.[/color]" He couldn't even look at her. As much as he liked to talk big, it was pathetic just how little he could do without her. Isabella stood there for a moment before letting out a soft giggle.
"[color=MediumPurple]If it makes you feel better, I was also taken down. Pretty lame, huh?[/color]" She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head mockingly, as if scolding herself. Bullet's eyes instantly widened and without hesitation he ran to Isabella and held onto her hand.
"[color=FireBrick]Did they hurt you? Are you okay? I can find some medicine around here for you.[/color]" Isabella quickly waved off his worried queries, a little taken back by how devastated he looked.
"[color=MediumPurple]No need to fuss, dear boy! I am much tougher than I look. Dancers are built to endure, after all.[/color]" Isabella dramatically held her head high. Bullet smirked before turning his attention to the pile of candy.
"[color=FireBrick]Alright, well. I'm starving. Let's stash this sweet loot away and get out of here.[/color]" The two of them began shoving the goods into a little shoulder bag. "[color=FireBrick]Where is 'here'?[/color]"
"[color=MediumPurple]We're in the stadium's first aid center. I just went up to check on the games. Let's go back there and meet our friends.[/color]" Isabella slung the bag over her shoulder and bolted for the door. Bullet followed suit, feeling a hundred times better knowing she was safe.

The two sprinted through the stands and various spectators, Bullet even leap frogging over a rather shocked man who was unfortunate enough to be in his way. Isabella skidded to a halt near the Phoenix Wing stands and unzipped her bag.
"[color=MediumPurple]We. Have. Candy![/color]" Without warning, she threw the contents of the bag high into the air and let the candy rain fall down upon any unsuspecting members of the Guild that were trying to enjoy the games. Bullet held out his hand longingly as he watched the food he'd intended to stuff his face with distributed out among the crowd.