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[h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	[color=0072bc]"I would think mud and ash but perhaps blood was indeed the first ink that us humans used. If only we could see those who first drew onto walls to know for sure. Perhaps somethings we will never be granted the knowledge of,"[/color] she said a she sat there in thought. 

	Watching her friend write away at her fathers desk made her nearly mourn for the man she had not seen in so very long. She missed her father, the talks they would have, the silence they would enjoy around each other. It was a comfortably she had not felt in such a spell, she yearned for his presence once again, she always did but right then it was stronger than usual. 

	Sighing she nodded. [color=0072bc]"Time does not easily slip through my fingers like grains of sand, perhaps it was the dream I had this previous night that has my head swirling and time becoming lost to me,"[/color] she stated as she rose from her place and took the letters, sealing each in wax before turning and heading to the door. Summoning her butler she handed them over to be delivered post haste. Closing the door behind her she looked back at Virginia. 

	[color=0072bc]"Though so many will be warned, I feel that this might will continue as if none were given. Perhaps it is for the best, the security there will be higher than anywhere in the city this evening. It may be safer to be within Almack's walls than here. I know unless the walls come tumbling down my mother will insist on attending so I must be prepared to be there as well. I suppose she will just have to accept that if they are to attend that I will be armed this evening, I will not loose my sisters to whatever this plague is that seems to be taking grip on the world around us."[/color]

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[h1][b][i][color=a187be]Elizaveta Romanova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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	The boy watched Elizaveta carefully, with much interest as she went over towards Mary and spoke to her. He looked a little forlorn that she seemed to be exiting the room with the woman who had saved him. Elizaveta glanced over towards the boy and smiled softly towards him as if to reassure him before turning and following Mary out of the infirmary. Once they were outside of the room which held the sick and the doors were shut she finally took a breath, or at least appeared to take a breath a bit larger than her usual calm shallow long ones that were barely noticeable to world. 

	[color=a187be]"Please do forgive the secrecy Lady Hale, I just did not vish to place vorry on the child that vas not needed. From vhat I could discern is that the child vas attacked not by Ryne as one vould think but another creature that is very similar. Perhaps a private room vould be best. There are things in my country, from my country, vhich differ from the vorld here, the seclusion makes for interesting vanders of the shadovs. Ones that have adapted for such places. Vhat you are trained for and vhat is vandering the streets nov are so much alike and yet so different. Like tvins being raised by tvo different families on other ends of the vorld. I vould like to be of service if I might,"[/color] she explained. 

	Standing there, she let this sink in. New Soulless that those of Europe, the America's, and the Middle East has yet to face. Something different and new. Something that had adapted to a different world. There had been whispers but nothing concrete had been spoken of; each location was slow to institute anything new into the books. Change came hard to all, especially those governing the ways which they had felt were soon to be unneeded. If there were new beings, this meant the treat was anything but contained but spreading and that was a horrid thought indeed.