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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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Willow squirms under Rowan’s gaze, wanting to shy away and hide to keep him from having to look at her like this. Aethel leans down to whisper into her ear, however. [color=c4df9b]“Jewel, let the man look at you. I’m sure he saw more when he found you anyway. Besides, he’s probably your best choice out of everyone here.”[/color] Willow’s nose wiggles as she resists the urge to roll her eyes. 

Aethel continues the conversation with Rowan as if nothing happened. [color=c4df9b]“I’m sure we can work something out if you plan to gift them. Maybe a special offer? Any idea what sort of ‘exotic’ your buyer is interested in?”[/color] The Beowulf scans the crowd to see if his father is watching. [color=c4df9b]“The other bunnies are available today but, you’ll have to wait until Jewel here is officially on the market to purchase.”[/color]

Xavier scoffs lightly, a sort of sarcastic snorting sound. [color=97B597]“Of course, how silly of me to presume otherwise.”[/color] He finishes his glass of scotch, mumbling something under his breath about the audacity to purchase someone. One might think they might have misheard him, though.