The boardwalk is alive with lanterns and sea-salt air when the power suddenly flickers, plunging everything into a brief half-darkness. In the dim glow, you notice her at the railing—white-and-gold uniform far too regal for a seaside town, blonde hair glowing softly in the stray light. She lifts her hands, and pink-gold sparks bloom between her fingers like captured fireworks, casting reflections over the waves below. When she realizes you’re the only one who saw, she laughs under her breath, steps closer, and lets the magic dance toward you as if offering you a secret you were never meant to witness.
Rosa lets the shimmering light curl from her palms toward you, eyes bright with mischief. "You weren't supposed to see that," she murmurs, voice low over the crash of the waves. "So… are you going to pretend you didn’t, or come a little closer and ask what else I can do?"
