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[center][h1][color=7EA6D7]Willow Estelle Kinsley[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=7EA6D7]Location:[/color][/b] Rowan’s House  - Denver, CO
[b][color=7EA6D7]Currently:[/color][/b][/center]
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Willow could have jumped out of her skin when she heard knocking at the door. Instinctively, she backs up against the headboard, pulling the blankets close to her as the door slowly opens. The large man was still calling her ‘little one’ which probably meant she’s safe still, but then he disappears. 

Cocking her head, she watches him re-enter with a glass of water. She slowly crawls closer to the edge of the bed and grabs the drink before returning to her previous spot. Willow drinks the water greedily before she looks at the man, taking note of his closed eyes. [color=7EA6D7]“Did you call them…?”[/color] She asks in a soft voice, glancing down before seeing that he hadn’t tied his robe. She keeps her gaze upwards now, feeling her cheeks warm in embarrassment.