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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 looks up, watching Rowan’s gaze and ear moving towards the door. She sits up straight again, her hands properly folded in her lap just in case someone in the clan enters. [color=7EA6D7]“Oh, hmm…”[/color] She says, kicking her feet a little as she thinks about her relatively short time with him. [color=7EA6D7]“I like plushies… and the color purple, like lavender! I… like being held while sleeping.”[/color] Her cheeks warm and she glances away jut in time for the door to open.

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[center][h1][color=97b597]Xavier[/color] [color=gray]&[/color] [color=c4df9b]Aethel[/color] [color=gray]Beowulf[/color][/h1][/center]
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Aethel snorts, having to place a hand over his mouth quickly. [color=c4df9b]“I would’ve loved to see you do that.”[/color] He says with a grin. [color=c4df9b]“But you’re welcome, cutie either way, cutie. It’s the least I could do.”[/color] He gaze moves past Killian to meet Rhett’s eyes. [i]He’s even grumpier than Xavier is.[/i] [color=c4df9b]“I’m going to go find your ice pack, but Rhett here will let you inside.”[/color] He gives a small wave before walking away.