Delarosa was not the kind of woman who spent hours behind a desk, confined with the washed walls of an office. Although, she was the kind to admit when work needed to be completed, which sometimes meant forcing herself to maintain just a few hours in the prison of her own office. And as those hours ticked by, Roux was beginning to grow restless.

Tapping her fingers against the hard surface of the desk, she began to drift from the work she was endeavouring to complete. From statistics and reports, came the memories of holidays long past, while the season sneaked up on them again. Humming quietly, she smiled at the thought of a young, white hair girl bimbling about a snowy yard, tirelessly trying to escape the rage of snowballs flying like airstrikes from her siblings. She could see their pale faces, as they smirked, hiding behind forts of the icy snow, or just beyond the thick trunks of leafless trees.

It was a bittersweet memory, reminding her of the distance between her and her family. Beep! The abrupt noise shook her from her thoughts, the delicacy of those snowy days fading back to the walls of the Ark Angel, her work resting before her. Running a hand through her ringlets, she glanced over at the message sent to her. Another appointment to put on the roster.

Delarosa
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