Ros laughed to herself as she watched Almarien teach Jisela how to throw a snowball. It had been so long since she’d done it herself, fighting in the snow with her two brothers, who would invariably throw her down and pelt her with snowballs, until she screamed with laughter and begged for mercy. It seemed so long ago…
Feeling unfriendly in comparison to all the laughing and talking about her, she caught up with Reed and Eorlyn, and smiled slightly.
“Uh, hello,” she said, looking over at them. “I’m Rosanna.” With that she paused, unsure of what else to say or do. Perhaps she would have done better to keep to herself, despite what the others might have thought of her.
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'It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: someone has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them' ~Frodo
"Life is hard. After all, it kills you." - Katharine Hepburn
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