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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 looks up from her haphazard pillow fort with a sheepish look. [color=7EA6D7]“I have no idea what I’m doing.”[/color] She says in a huff before folding her arms over her chest. [color=7EA6D7]“All I can think of is a bird’s nest.”[/color] Her ears twitch back and forth as if trying to receive satellite signals that’ll tell her what she’s supposed to do. [color=7EA6D7]“Didn’t you grab books from your study or office or whatever? Or will those not help me?”[/color]