Time Stamp: 23, Winter of 513 A.V.
Before she could exit her cabin she made sure she had her black cloak on hand. Swishing it around her shoulders than taking her warm fingers to fiddle with the metal button until she was able to move it into the fabric. Taking a deep breath she pulled the hood over her face, It was draped slightly over her eyes and almost down to her nose. Great, Another boring day. Rosalie thought to herself as she stepped out into the bone chilling weather.
For some reason Rosalie always found winter so quiet, So still and a perfect time for sleep! But summer, It was something different. Summer for her meant shorts, water, warm weather and light storms that wouldn't include flashes of snow and hail. Even though the Zeltiva storms scared her so, Constant lightning strikes and thunder she loved to wrap her body around the warm covers and listen to the rain.
It was quiet cold but Rosalie always managed to stay warm. Her breath within her lungs was much warmer than the icy chills of the Zeltiva air as it and caused simple condensation. White chills created a smokey has a she exhaled deeply, Managing to weave her way from the Walking though the port city she kept her cloak hood on, Hiding her pale blonde hair. A slight urge to cause trouble emerged from her mind as she came near local fruit stand, For now in the Winter it was very uncommon to get ripe fruit but the seasonal oranges would have to do now.
Grabbing the most bruised and rotted fruit as not to taint the seller's business but improve it by appearance. Rosalie slipped it under her cloak as she continued down the street, Slipping by twists and corners of buildings. Looking for the perfect suspect to throw an unexpected fruit at.
Finally she had found the perfect suspect. A young man. Unable to tell what he looked like she just assumed that they would be forced to fall back and not out run her speed. Quickly she looked around, Making sure there wasn't anybody to see her commit this simple but yet entertaining act. As her caramel colored eyes aimed for her target she threw the orange, She was unaware if it was going to strike her victim but there was something that gave her an excited feeling. Something to brighten her boring days and keep them interesting. It was just another thing Winter needed to be less bleak then it already had been and for the days to come. Maybe there was something more she could do other than spend her days asleep in the high trees surrounding the forest or long days falling asleep at her lonely dinner table while in the middle of a meal, That happened more than it should have really.