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The auburn haired young woman had to admit that if anything, the group was colorful enough. She didn't know what to expect at first; the only thing she knew was that she was older than the others that had gathered. A few frowns here and there but everyone seemed polite enough. Rosalinda Myles herself was uncharacteristically quiet for once; aside from a quiet hum, she hadn't spoken to anyone yet. Whether it was nerves or just trying to get a read on the group, she wasn't entirely sure. She wanted to make a good first impression, deciding that since she was clearly the oldest, she needed to be the one with a clear head just in case anyone needed help. It was what her sisters did for her, so it was time to pass on the favor.

Right! Time to guide the little ones on the right path!

Except, one decided to march in, another ran off to chase the dog, and the other girl was laughing at the poor boy who was scared half to death by said dog.

Rosie stood there, dumbfounded by the rather quick turn of events. Her eyes looked from the building to the duo still with her to the quickly disappearing body of the girl that had given the dog chase. Well, she wanted to play the big sister, so she may as well pick one and finally do something. Since one girl had decided to enter and the young man--Cal, right, he did introduce himself to...Summer? Yes, Summer--wasn't harmed, so she prioritized getting the young purple haired girl back on track.

Turning towards the flower field, she tried to remember what her father used to do to get a dog's attention. His collar means someone owned him, so he was likely trained. Taking her index and thumb, she took in a deep breath before using them to let out a rather loud, shrill whistle, hoping to catch the dog's attention and lead the girl back to the building.
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