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[center][h1][color=7EA6D7]Willow Estelle Kinsley[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=7EA6D7]Location:[/color][/b] Beowulf Estate - Amarillo, TX
[b][color=7EA6D7]Currently:[/color][/b]
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Like clockwork, the Beowulf children start making their rounds and greeting guests. Aethel makes his way over to Rowan and takes the empty seat. [b]“You must be Rowan Kimb - Grant told us about how you saved our poor Jewel from the wild.”[/b] He holds his hand out across the table and flashes a perfect smile. [b]“I’m Aethel Beowulf, Jewel’s souteneur.”[/b]

Willow tries to listen closely to see if she might hear Rowan through the crowd, tempted to peek through the curtains. Apparently her feet carried her without her knowledge because the other bunnies pull her back, lightly smacking her head with hushed whispers asking what she’s even thinking. [color=7EA6D7]“S-sorry.”[/color] She replies to them meekly.