[h3]Rosaline Weyenberg[/h3]

Rosaline gave a slight smile, glad at least that this stranger was a friendly one. She was about to beckon Charillos to leave with her when Mikhail beckoned him towards his canine. Charillos was, of course, thrilled at the opportunity to pet a wolf. He grinned widely and began to lunge towards the creature before Rosaline grabbed ahold of his shoulders. [color=f6989d]"Gentle."[/color] she said, softly. Glancing up at her, he paused before slowing down and gently reaching towards Brynhild and stroking the top of her head. His smile widened as he continued to run his hand along her fur and slowly along her ear.

Rosaline was taken aback briefly at the flattering comment. [color=f6989d]"Oh, I'm..."[/color] she began before trailing off. She was about to correct him, say that she was a noble. A member of one of the most influential houses in the entire kingdom, in fact. But perhaps it was better he not know. [color=f6989d]"Thank you."[/color]

[color=f6989d]"Rosaline,"[/color] she replied, extending her hand gingerly. This was a bit of an unusual situation for her, as she didn't often get out to meet new people anymore. Having recently taken over much of her family's responsibilities, she was often cooped up indoors. When she did get out, it was usually to shop or to attend small council meetings. She took in a deep breath and let out a quick sigh.

[color=f6989d]"Thank you for letting my brother pet your...wolf? She is very beautiful. But I have to help my sister finish our family's shopping. Charillos, we must go."[/color] The boy pouted, looking up at his sister. [color=f6989d]"Well if you didn't run off like this,
 maybe I could take you out more."[/color]