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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 found Sir Kildragon's scarring to be rather charming, only serving to accentuate his features. He bore the mark of conflict, revealing bravery rather than the cowardice that consumed British society. While unfamiliar with more than Mosi's introduction to go from, Virginia had no notions as to the origin of the mark. She could only but guess that it had come from some war--whether public or private in nature. She nodded curtly at him, a soft smile playing on her lips. [color=9999ff]"It's a pleasure to meet you, Fyror,"[/color] Virginia greeted. If he would call her by her given name, so be it. She grew tired of the airs of society, and any friend of Mosi's would soon be a friend of hers, Virginia was certain. 

[color=9999ff]"Perhaps a game is afoot,"[/color] Virginia murmured. [color=9999ff]"It would be a most thrilling method of execution, unleashing the soulless into one of the galas of the Season. I share your discomfort, dear Mosi, of course..."[/color] However, to those unfamiliar with Virginia--and perhaps even those familiar with her--she seemed just as intrigued by the possibility. Night terrors experienced by those learned in the ways of the New World? A cargast in London? She found herself with only more points of inquiry to make, but Virginia did feel concern for the safety of dear little James in particular. If he did not have Alfred there to tend to him and protect him, Virginia would have returned to the townhouse at once. 

[color=9999ff]"You should take care to seek me out at the event tonight, dear Mosi,"[/color] Virginia added. [color=9999ff]"I fear that the longer my father remains lost at sea, the more suitors appear at my doorstep. It is such a tiresome affair, rejecting their attempts at courtship. Your company would be most welcome amongst the horrors of domesticity."[/color] However, Virginia frowned ever so slightly, as she noticed the mark on her dear friend's face. There had been an attempt to conceal it, but the imprint was there on Millicent's cheek, plain as day. 

Milli's mother had mastered the art of cruelty, but in a form that not even a Crypt could enjoy. The pain and abuse experienced by her dearest friend, all at the hands of that monstrous woman, more than vexed Virginia. Yet she knew that as long as Milli and her sisters remained unwed, the despicable woman would not cease her alarming efforts. She made a quiet resolution to broach the subject with Milli once the others had left and the Hyde Park affair had been settled. Perhaps the Wyndham sisters might be invited for a brief sojourn at the townhouse or the manor. 

[color=9999ff]"It would appear that Mr. Connolly and Mr. Darcy have dispatched themselves to the church to approach the affair as well,"[/color] Virginia observed. Mosi would be able to have tea with Milli and herself, but Virginia knew her friend was likely to choose action over idle chatter. Sir Kildragon remained the greatest mystery, yet Virginia felt he would choose similarly to Mosi. The pair were kindred spirits, from what Virginia could glean.