Ramblings of a Sim Addict

Before I write too much more about my legacy founder, I just wanted to state that I didn’t come up the character name (or some of the background story). I read a terrific series by Johanna Lindsey that inspired me to create a legacy story about a decendant of the “Malory Clan”, so all the history about the great, great, great, great, great grandparents can be found in her books.

Flipping through the yellowing pages of the leather bound diary her mother had given her, Roslynn sat in awe of her great, great, great, great, great grandmother Anastasia. Like her, Anna had been a gypsy, but gave up her life with the “band” for her true love. Roslynn had yet to find her true love, but knew in her heart, her new home held it for her.

The first few weeks of Roslynn’s new life had passed quickly; she found a job as a campaign worker and was enjoying her career immensely. She had a knack for saying the right thing at the right moment and was earning a reputation in her field. (In fact, she was all ready being considered for a promotion.) Roslynn was proud of herself for her accomplishments, but she felt lonely. Loneliness was a new feeling for her and one she did not relish. Since moving to Cedar Ridge, she had met a few of her neighbors, but none that left a lasting impression.

In fact, most of them bored her to tears. Roslynn could feel herself getting restless and the urge to pack up the few belongings she had acquired surged forward. Inwardly, she wanted to run to the next town and look for excitement, but she had promised herself (and her mother) that she would set down roots and start a family. She had never backed out of a promise before and had no intention to start.

“I just need one night of excitement,” Rosylnn sighed into the cool night air. “One night where I can dance and mingle with locals.” She dug out the old coffee can she had stashed under her bed and counted the crumpled bills. Fifty-five dollars wasn’t much, but it was enough to get downtown and into a club.

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