[hr][hr]
[center][h1][color=7EA6D7]Willow Estelle Kinsley[/color][/h1]
[img]https://i.ibb.co/98S6Yhf/Willow-banner.png[/img]
[hr]
[b][color=7EA6D7]Location:[/color][/b] Rowan’s House - Denver, CO
[b][color=7EA6D7]Currently:[/color][/b]
[url=https://pin.it/1l99UzZZI]Fit[/url][/center]
[hr][hr]

Cheeks warm, Willow nods as she takes her hand back to resume eating as well. [color=7EA6D7]“I’ll probably miss that the most.”[/color] She says, knowing she’s gotten used to it as well. Looking down at her plate, she pushes the steak frites around as she tries not to let her thoughts run rampant. [color=7EA6D7]“What you said earlier - that the Beowulfs might still chase me even if I’m with you… will that mean other clans might too?”[/color] She can’t help but think of how easily she’d been yanked from the Beowulf’s estate in the first place.