[Her smile locked in place, Rosetta's gaze trails to the ground. She knew what the flowers symbolized, but there's not much she can say about death. It's a concept that's still, in a way, beyond her grasp.]
Yes . . . I suppose you have a point.
[She cranes her neck in the direction of the flowers. So sad, yet so beautiful.
And she hasn't got eyes in the back of her head, but she can definitely tell that he's looking at her. Boys will be boys, she thinks. Or is it something else?]
By underworld, do you perhaps mean the Crimson Horizon?
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Yes . . . I suppose you have a point.
[She cranes her neck in the direction of the flowers. So sad, yet so beautiful.
And she hasn't got eyes in the back of her head, but she can definitely tell that he's looking at her. Boys will be boys, she thinks. Or is it something else?]
By underworld, do you perhaps mean the Crimson Horizon?