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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 barely makes it up the stairs with Rowan in tow when he starts to describe ruts. Fully flushed, she turns around with a squeak and claps both of her hands over his mouth before he can go any further. Since she was a few steps ahead of him, she’s able to reach his face without having to stand on her tiptoes, nearly level with him. His face says it all; he meant to provoke her. She juts her lip out in a pout as she glares at him. [color=7EA6D7]“Y-y-you…”[/color] She has no idea what to say, just that he needs to stop before steam leaks out of her ears as whistling. 

[color=7EA6D7]“Shush.”[/color]