#rozelle

(Younger - red- and older - violet - version)

Stay with me.

Rozelle 

Age -  8 yrs

Height - 4 ft

Abilities - Is apparently a witch, born with some innate abilities, but she can only properly utilize her magic with books and ingredients

Looks - Natural pink hair, blue eyes, freckles, very skinny and small

Traits - cheerful, accepting, loving, brave, a little chaotic

Facts - the orphanage was closing and she was the only one left | so Lyssa took her home | when she was only about three | she was the first to join the OG 3 Lumens | she loves glittery things | loves her magic | a little too trusting at times 

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“What is she doing?” Kai asked, eyeing the objects floating around Rozelle in a haze of pale blue light. Smoke from a herb fire was making his eyes water and he reached over and opened the window. 

“Xan stole some books from a witching shop,” Lyssa answered absent-mindedly, as Roze stumbled over her chant, and the objects fell to the floor with a clatter. They braced themselves for tears, but instead she looked at them, her eyes shining.

“Did you see that?” she said, leaping to her feet, and pumping her fists, “I DID IT! I’m MAGIC TOO!”

“You’ve always been magic, honey,” Lyssa assured her, giving her a celebratory hug. 

“I know,” Roze said solemnly, “I just wanted to make sure.”

“I’m sure you’ve confirmed it,” Kai said, flicking his fingers at the fire and extinguishing it. He lifted her up, tossing her into the air. “That’s tons cooler than anything I could do.”

“I know that!” Roze squealed gleefully, “I know!”

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Róże w wazon włożone

Już nie są takie uwielbione

Jak na początku wypachnione

W wodę zanurzone

Patrząc z nadzieją że będą ożywione

Obserwujemy jak są pozbawione

Jak stoły od nich są ozdobione

Te nasz piękne róże zakłamane

Bo tylko nocą są w Aromacie zamoczone

Serce jest nimi przepełnione