[center][h2][color=crimson]❀[/color] [u]Rosalina Idwal[/u] [color=crimson]❀[/color][/h2][i]"[color=Crimson]Why do you think that I can be changed so easily?[/color]"[/i]

[i]"[color=Silver]I just want to see you happy.[/color]"[/i]

❀ [@Lmpkio] | [@Caits] | [@Expolar] [color=crimson]❀[/color][/center]

Rosalina wasn't having a particularly cheerful morning. She didn't enjoy sleep as much as she used to, particularly when her dreams were plagued with disturbing images and memories that she'd like very much to push aside. It was as if she was being taunted by her own mind, forced to re-live moments of past failures and hypothetical downfalls in the near future. Needless to say, Rosalina did not get much sleep and was quite on edge. She sat in her chair at the Council meeting, silently bringing a cup of coffee to her lips. Her hat respectfully sat in her lap, Rosalina always remembering her manners in the presence of others. Although this did little to hide her exhausted visage. Hopefully the caffeine would start to kick in soon.

The other Council Members walked in one by one and began indulging in the generous breakfast spread that had been prepared for them. Rosalina had chosen a selection of fruits to accompany her coffee. She had been popping grapes into her mouth one at a time between sips of coffee. When everyone had settled in, Carrie begun the meeting by talking about Masahiko's absence. Rosalina had no strong opinion on the subject, and even if she had been against it she would have kept her concerns silent. Carrie did not look to be in the mood to argue with anyone.

Then the topic of the Rune Knights came up, and Rosalina's interest immediately piqued. She waited for Carrie to pause before clearing her throat, insisting on 'taking the stage' so to speak.
"[color=crimson]I would be honored to volunteer my services in helping to reform the Rune Knights.[/color]" The idea of having to recruit new members didn't particularly appeal to her, but Rosalina would learn to cope if it was for the good of the council. "[color=Crimson]I would also like to propose that we start with the Light Guilds to find members.[/color]" That was all Rosalina had to say on the matter, and she awaited any rebuttal from the others on the idea. 

When Carrie brought up that they would have to nominate someone to become a Saint, Rosalina pensively thought about the options. She didn't really in a position to be naming anyone, since she wasn't as in touch with the rest of Fiore as other members of the Council. The only people she'd be able to nominate would be right here in this room. She decided to stay silent, still unsure of an answer. She took another sip from her tea and awaited the opinions of her peers on the matter.
 
[center][h2][color=MediumPurple]♫[/color] [u]Isabella and Bullet[/u] [color=FireBrick]☠[/Color][/h2][i]"[color=MediumPurple]Promise me, Bullet.[/color]"[/i]

[i]"[color=Firebrick]Promise you what?[/color]"[/i]

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

The hotel lobby was already seemingly packed with other Phoenix Wing members, eagerly awaiting the next day of the Magic Games. Isabella and Bullet were no exception of coarse, and even despite Bullet's complaints about being woken up so early, he was just as excited as Isabella was. If he had to be honest though, it was a little disappointing that he wouldn't be able to participate in the games this year. Isabella had told him that despite that, it was their responsibility to cheer on the others. Even the strongest of mages were worthless without the support of friends, or at least that was the young lady's philosophy on the matter.

The two were hanging around the lobby, Isabella dressed to impress as always in her gorgeous dress and Bullet looking as if he'd much rather be huddled under a pile of blankets. He would try to be lively for Isabella's sake.
"[color=MediumPurple]Oh stop looking so miserable, Bullet. Here![/color]" Isabella removed a thermos of warm tea from her pouch as well as a couple of plastic cups. She began pouring the liquid out into the cups, while Bullet gave her a cheeky smile.
"[color=FireBrick]You know I don't like milk in my tea.[/color]" Isabella smiled at his comment before twisting the thermos cap closed as tight as she could.
"[color=MediumPurple]It will help you grow.[/color]" She jested. A comment like that by anyone else normally would have warranted one of Bullet's knuckle sandwiches, but because Isabella was the one to say it all she got was a small, sarcastic laugh before Bullet downed the cup of tea with a scowl of disgust. Of coarse Isabella also loaded the stuff with way too much sugar. That's just what Phoenix Wing needed; hyper adolescents on a sugar rush.