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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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Aethel chimes with laughter, almost obnoxiously loud as he chuckles. [b]“Then by all means, welcome to the event.”[/b] He stands and reaches out his hand again. [b]“I have others I must wine and dine, but enjoy the show. She’s been working hard, after all.”[/b] He leaves, still chuckling lightly to himself at how interesting he found Rowan Kimb to be. His seat’s not empty long before a different Beowulf sits in it. 

Xavier Victor Beowulf the Fifth doesn’t offer his hand or his name, but instead eyes Rowan coldly. Despite what his brother said, he holds a glass of scotch and taps his forefinger on the glass as if trying to figure the other wolf out before his shifts in his seat to watch the curtain open. The lights dim and the room fills with polite applause - no raucous whistling or lustful catcalls at a Beowulf event. 

A soft spotlight shines on Willow as she steps forward from the other bunnies, her hands held in front of her so no one can see them shaking. The light in her eyes makes it hard to discern anyone in the crowd from someone else. Aethel starts to speak, just offstage from Willow. [b]“Ladies and gentlemen, may I reintroduce you to Jewel!”[/b] That’s Willow’s cue to smile and bow for the audience before Aethel continues.