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[h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Millicent sat at the ready, just in case, as her friends body lay vulnerable to anything and everything the world could throw at them at that moment in time. Thankfully, the world was kind and left the two at peace. Well, at least as much peace as could be had while having to listen to the muffled yells and demands of her step-mother through the closed door. It was the day of an event and that never bode well within the confines of the manor. Milli could do nothing but feel sorry for the staff of the house being ordered about the way they were, it was truly a test of patience to just sit there and listen and yet she did. She couldn't leave Virginia right then. 

	How they managed to keep any staff was a miracle in and of itself in Millicent's mind. She did what she could to make sure that the staff was well taken care of but there was only so much she could do to buffer them, which in truth was far more than she did for herself. At least her mother had never struck one of the staff. That was at least of some solace in these times. She could never understand her step mothers temper or want to attend these functions. Especially in these times, when people were dying because of Soulless. Why couldn't Elizabeth see that it was better to have her daughters trained to defend themselves instead of teaching them what the latest fashion and hair trends were?

	Hearing Virginia starting to come about her mind came back to the task at hand and she rose from her place and slipping the blade back into the leather sheath on her thigh before rushing over to her and handing her a glass of water from the table. Her brow quirking upwards slightly as she set herself down next to her friend. [color=0072bc]"What visions brought you to this conclusion? Not that I doubt your words but you know my mother, death could be hosting the event tonight and she would simply say that we must change the colors we were intending on wearing."[/color]


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[h1][b][i][color=a187be]Elizaveta Romanova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	Elizaveta gave Mary a soft smile and tilted her head slightly as she listened. [color=a187be]"There is no need to apologize my good voman. If it is in your nature to do so and to remain formal, then please do not let my vords dissuade you. It is only a personal request due to the nature of my visit to these lands that are so far from my ovn."[/color] Her words were kind as she spoke and her voice was gentle. Her eyes glancing towards her guards for a moment and holding her hand out to them to let them know to keep their distance at this point. The sound of hilt hitting sheath lightly echoing through the chapel as they stepped back into position by the doors. 

	[color=a187be]"Do forgive my escorts, they are ever so protective of the non-spiritual aspect of my life,"[/color] she said as her eyes looked around, listening to Mary's words once again. Gathering the folds of her gown she held her hand out to Mary as a look of concern came across her features. [color=a187be]"I dare say then prayer by his side is far more poverful than prayer within the confines of the chapel. May I look upon him? Perhaps I can be of assistance Mary. The ways of my people and knovledges of our kind are vastly different than the ones I have read about that are knovn in these parts."[/color] 

	On taking Elizaveta's hand one would find they were rough and calloused, not smooth and soft like one would expect from someone who was dressed in finery. It was odd, granted it was also odd that the woman did not want to be addressed formally, had spoken to the Pope and now wanted to see the child. There were whispers that some of the nations had ways about them with Soulless that were unknown and untaught outside of their borders, wanting to remain separate from the rest of the world, perhaps where Elizaveta was from was one of them.