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[img]https://s30.postimg.org/8uoso7135/virginia.gif[/img][hr][color=9999ff]Location:[/color] the Wyndham Estate[/center][hr][hr]Virginia nodded. Most found it curious that despite training in the colonies, Virginia never learned the skill of the presence guard. But it was not quite so strange. Virginia's fascination resided with the mind--and so, her skills were partnered along with that. Her training in throwing axes was the only true skill she cared for beyond various forms of astral projection. However, a name did come to mind that might be called upon to inspect the presence guards at the Wyndham Estate. 

[color=9999ff]"I shall send word to Miss Crane,"[/color] Virginia replied. [color=9999ff]"She is quite skilled with the maintenance of presence guards."[/color]

However, there was no need for Virginia to send a messenger to her semi-American friend. As her dear friend Milli pointed out, Mosi and a stranger were dashing away from Hyde Park. The surname was certainly a most peculiar one--Sir Kildragon. Yet there was little time for Virginia to make inquiries with Millicent as to the unknown individual, as the pesky voice of Mrs. Wyndham bellowed out from the halls of the manor. 

[color=9999ff]"Attend to your mother, I shall speak with Miss Crane and Sir Kildragon,"[/color] Virginia replied, smiling softly at Millicent. Her smile dropped as her friend vanished into the confines of the manor. Her friend's mother doubtlessly had some sort of domestic horrors that Millicent needed to attend to. Virginia then turned, greeting Mosi and Sir Kildragon as they approached. 

[color=9999ff]"I had the most horrid of nightmares recently,"[/color] Virginia stated wistfully, in reply to Mosi's inquiry as to her health. [color=9999ff]"As expected, I am thus quite well. I hope that you are the same, though I do not doubt misery and sorrow's cloaks would prove most becoming on you, dear Mosi."[/color] Her eyes were drawn slightly to the traveling companion of Miss Crane, but Virginia's expression did not change from her usual, distant gloom inspired curiosity. 

[color=9999ff]"A cargast in London?"[/color] Virginia repeated, her eyebrows ever so slightly raised. There had not been an incident in quite some time. Combined with the night terror she had experienced, Virginia felt concern creep up on her, like a second skin sliding into place. The barricade appeared to have lost its effect. Something was in motion, she was quite certain of it. [color=9999ff]"How peculiar an occurrence. A Pentatone Box will need to be procured, and if the church is unable to fashion someone with suitable skills, please do come to fetch me. You do know how I adore to project my mind, and with my dear friend ensuring my fragile body comes to no significant peril, it should be a decidedly pleasant and simple task."[/color]