Rosalie POV
It was the splitting image of herself, with an emotion no one besides her family had ever seen. Sadness, grief. Rosalie was a granite beauty. Hard, with ice carved features. There had been very far accounts of emotion from Rosalie except for coldness and spite. And for this girl to capture her face perfectly, she would have had to see her at her lowest point. And only one person besides their family had ever seen her, her angst.
Rosalie did not know how to approach the girl the next day, so she puffed up her shoulders and held her head high and simply walked up to girl. "Did you draw this?" she asked, blunt, straight to the point. The girl, who was shorter than her looked up to meet her eyes. "huh? Oh, yeah...Um..." she looked around her and then walked off. "Hey!" Rosalie called after her. Jasper was suddenly beside her. "She won't respond. She's stuck somewhere else. She does this every now and then. Gets stuck in some distant world; moving to their time, and patterns and not ours." Rosalie looked over at him, wide eyed that he could interperate this situation so easily. "You've spent alot of time with her, Jasper. To be able to discern that so well." She turned back to watching the girl walk around, still confused, still disoriented. A question bubbled up to the surface of her mind, "How do you handle an unstable person, Jasper?" His answer was simple one that had been used for hundreds of years, "I don't know."