[Rosa del Valle; Anywhereways]

[mm_lettie]

She isn't sure when she wanders into the backyard of the bar. She merely knows that one moment she'd been walking through a fragrant garden and the next she was here, feet crunching in the cold snow

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[500_year_shaman]

Here's someone who'd recognise that other waiting - not that he would necessarily say anything.

For himself, he's a very calm young man, very collected, and sure of himself. To the point of absolute confidence, and...

Well, his entire demeanor is too relaxed to quite call it arrogance. Call it knowledge, a sort that's also reflected in his eyes, as he leans over the back of the chair across from her, and says,

"Hello."

[mightbeamermaid]

And she startles properly, because she hadn't been expecting anyone to lean back like that.

Then Rosa gives him an utterly sweet smile.

"Hello." She's immediately making an attempt to feel him out. Calm, collected, sure. He reminds her a little of her youngest sister.

"Where is it that we are?"

[500_year_shaman]

He's fifteen, but he's short, and skinny, and has a high voice still, which make him seem younger.

"Nowhere really important, right now. Where we are is where we're meant to be."

[mightbeamermaid]

She smiles.

"I had been hoping for a name." Rosa folds her hands over her knees. She's only sixteen herself.