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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] 
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Willow lets loose a sigh of relief; it doesn’t seem like Rowan heard the noise. Still a little flustered. She watches as he covers his eyes so she can dry her tail and her appreciation for this strange man soars. With a goofy smile, she lifts the back of the hoodie and twists in order to dry her tail and brush it. 

[color=7EA6D7]“You’re so old!”[/color] She can’t help but tease before answering him. [color=7EA6D7]“Hmm… I think I’m almost twenty-four?”[/color] Willow frowns, turning off the hair dryer and setting it back down by Rowan and tugging the large hoodie back over her tail now that it was dry. [color=7EA6D7]“Uh, Beowulf… They don’t really acknowledge rabbit birthdays so I wouldn’t know for sure…”[/color] She plops back down on the floor but faces him this time.