A young girl dashed across the beach, trying to keep up with a beautiful creature with black and white skin, a loud and lovely call, and the majesty of a god. Her long blonde waves bounced behind her as she followed the creature, soon stopping at a cliff, where the waves of the ocean slammed into the rock and came close to drenching her more than once. However, she kept running, but in a different direction, wanting to see the creature up close.
The creature was performing a dance that no human or living thing could ever hope to accomplish, and the young girl's green eyes sparkled with awe. Finally, she started to swim in the ocean, curiosity overwhelming her.
The creature seemed to sense her presence, but instead of swimming away, it approached her, its face level with hers. It squeaked, and the girl cautiously placed a hand on its nose. It didn't move, so she touched her forehead to its nose. It leaned into her in response.
Then, the creature took her on a ride, one that she will never forget, throughout the ocean surrounding her land. She danced with him, and felt a connection with the killer whale that she felt only with her mother and siblings: a kinship.
She remembered naming the beautiful creature Gabriel, "god is my strength".
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Due to being a part of Spanish Florida, it would make sense that Spain would be the father of Rosalinde, the personification of Florida, born in 1822 in the founding of the Florida territory.
Rosalinde had Spain's appearance: tan skin, green eyes, and curly hair, but her hair, unlike her father's, was blonde. She also, due to her hot climate, wore a white tank-top, short jeans, rubber boots, and added a headband with a butterfly hair-clip for style. She was also more soft-spoken too, despite her state being a popular vacationing spot for people. Though, she was a fun person, as she enjoyed having fun in her amusement parks, especially Sea World.
Sea World is her favorite because of the animals. Rosalinde loves animals, even if she didn't agree with the way the owners of this park took animals from the habitat and forced them to live in a cage.
Like her mother, Rosalinde was able to see spirits, and the killer whale she saw that day was a spirit of the ocean. In honor of Gabriel the killer whale spirit, Rose carved a whale fin necklace, and she never takes it off for anything (except for showers).
She also was known to be positive towards the more pained spirits, and would try to help ease their pain in any way she could. Not only that, but she always showed no sign of disturbance when hearing those pained screams.
America learned to always have that when you're around that kind of spirit.
"A calm aura will immediately ease their pain," Rosie had informed her mother at one point. "When you're calm, they will calm down quickly and allow you to help them faster."
America smiled at that; Rosalinde truly was a wonderful teacher.
Her siblings also loved spending time with her when they had the time, and enjoyed swimming with her in the ocean with the whales and dolphins.
"Hey, Rosie! Don't leave me out of the party!" Rex cried out as he dived into the water after his sister, Gabriella following not to far behind him.
"Wait for us!" the others called as they also began to swim into the ocean, their mother watching with a smile on her face.
It was sunset on the Miami beach, so no one was there but them, and America watched as her children danced with the whales, dolphins, and other fish. It was beautiful, and America found herself crying. For one moment, she regretted keeping her children a secret from their fathers, because they weren't here to see how beautiful and free their children looked.
Then America slapped herself mentally, scolding herself.
It was better this way. This way her children were safer from the people who would more than likely use them for their own gain. If there was one thing America learned when she was in England's care, it was that territory was important, so if England or any of the other male countries knew of the children, they wouldn't hesitate to keep them for themselves.
Over my dead body, America spat. She would rather die than have her children live lives of captivity.
This was a fun one to write!
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