R O S A L I N D A __ G A R C I A
Location; The Dining Room
Project number 987165...
The heat, belting down on the patio, had quickly proven too much for this dark haired wall flower. Whilst plenty of the pack lounged outside, on sun chairs, on the lilos and in the pool, Rosie had slipped away and hidden inside, working on yet another patchwork quilt. This time, she had incorporated floral print fabric into the diamond shapes around the edge, as well as other patterned materials. Rosie's fingers moved nimbly over the soft material, pushing and pulling the needle through and through, followed by a slim white thread. It took her no time at all to fasten and fix together the last edge. Now she had to turn it the right way around, attach the buttons and....
“Ow, ow, ow,...”
Rosie looked up from her blanket and smirked, though trying to stifle her laugh. Who should come through but none other than a very, very red and raw Rosalee. All too soon, Rosie's resolve shattered and her chuckle burst forward. "Rosalee! What on earth?!" she giggled, clutching her stomach as she gasped for air. "Ever heard of sun lotion?!" Rosie hopped up from her chair and pattered over, bare feet across the cool tile, and intercepted Rose's journey through the house. "Exactly...how long have you been out there?" Rosie asked, her tone almost scolding. There it was; her motherly nature. Despite her young age, and the fact that some were older than her, Rosie mothered EVERYONE. Including the Alphas. Rosie gingerly place her hands on the burnt girl's shoulders and steered her towards the fridge. She pulled out a stool from under the breakfast bar, and carefully guided Rosalee onto it. "Sit, stay," she barked, turning away to the fridge and pulling the door open.
There was a glassy chink as Rosie rummaged through some medication bottles, and finally pulled out some Calamine Lotion. Rosie swept across the room towards the medical cupboard and pulled out some cotton wool pads. "Here we go," she cooed, opening the bottle and wetting the cotton wool. Rosie turned her head this way and that as she dabbed the Calamine Lotion onto Rosalee's skin. "This should help...it's cold mind," she warned, just a little too late since she had already begun. "You'll want to go sit somewhere cool now, and have a cold shower too. I can always put some more on later if it's still hurting..." Rosie offered, screwing the cap back onto the bottle and stowing it into the fridge.
"Just be more careful next time!" Rosie called, waving a hand in the air as she departed for her room, pausing only to pick up her blanket and sewing kit.
Location; The Dining Room
Project number 987165...
The heat, belting down on the patio, had quickly proven too much for this dark haired wall flower. Whilst plenty of the pack lounged outside, on sun chairs, on the lilos and in the pool, Rosie had slipped away and hidden inside, working on yet another patchwork quilt. This time, she had incorporated floral print fabric into the diamond shapes around the edge, as well as other patterned materials. Rosie's fingers moved nimbly over the soft material, pushing and pulling the needle through and through, followed by a slim white thread. It took her no time at all to fasten and fix together the last edge. Now she had to turn it the right way around, attach the buttons and....
“Ow, ow, ow,...”
Rosie looked up from her blanket and smirked, though trying to stifle her laugh. Who should come through but none other than a very, very red and raw Rosalee. All too soon, Rosie's resolve shattered and her chuckle burst forward. "Rosalee! What on earth?!" she giggled, clutching her stomach as she gasped for air. "Ever heard of sun lotion?!" Rosie hopped up from her chair and pattered over, bare feet across the cool tile, and intercepted Rose's journey through the house. "Exactly...how long have you been out there?" Rosie asked, her tone almost scolding. There it was; her motherly nature. Despite her young age, and the fact that some were older than her, Rosie mothered EVERYONE. Including the Alphas. Rosie gingerly place her hands on the burnt girl's shoulders and steered her towards the fridge. She pulled out a stool from under the breakfast bar, and carefully guided Rosalee onto it. "Sit, stay," she barked, turning away to the fridge and pulling the door open.
There was a glassy chink as Rosie rummaged through some medication bottles, and finally pulled out some Calamine Lotion. Rosie swept across the room towards the medical cupboard and pulled out some cotton wool pads. "Here we go," she cooed, opening the bottle and wetting the cotton wool. Rosie turned her head this way and that as she dabbed the Calamine Lotion onto Rosalee's skin. "This should help...it's cold mind," she warned, just a little too late since she had already begun. "You'll want to go sit somewhere cool now, and have a cold shower too. I can always put some more on later if it's still hurting..." Rosie offered, screwing the cap back onto the bottle and stowing it into the fridge.
"Just be more careful next time!" Rosie called, waving a hand in the air as she departed for her room, pausing only to pick up her blanket and sewing kit.