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	"Ha! Such spirit the little ones has. You vould learn marvelous things in the circus. You must meet the Great Bazhooli! No better man with a blade lives. I have seen him pierce falling silk and split a thread mid air. Dah, you must learn one day," the man said before kneeling down to James level. "A tiger, is big cat. Bigger than horse with fangs and clavs that rip flesh like hot knife through butter. Myska is the Grand Duchesses. He is white with black stripes and eyes the color of the glacier at vaters edge. His roar can shake vindow panes and strike fear into even Soulless. You meet him, ride perhaps if he take liking to you," he said before grinning broadly. 

	As he entertained the youth with his little story the other nodded towards Virigina. "Yes, come nov. Ve escort or if you prefer, ride vith us, vill be faster," he said before turning and briskly walking down the steps, his partner close behind as they mounted their horses. Holding out his hand to Virginia he awaited her decision. The one that had been telling tales to James smiled broadly over towards the young boy. "Dah, ride vith me little one. I shov you hov ve ride in Mother Russia!"
	
	The winds picked up slightly in the city of London, and over by the home of the Talniks a thin strip of paper floated in the wind. Pale and rough around the edges it wafted on the air, spinning from a known source. Dew had collected on the windows of the homes because of the weather. London was always a foggy city and it was normal that this time of the night would cause such steaming of the glass on homes from the inside and out. The paper napped and landed against the glass of Thalkins room. On it it was clear that something that had been written in a language he knew too well. 甩繩馬騮
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[h1][b][i][color=a187be]Elizaveta Romanova[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4ytxwGdt01qhube3o3_250.gif[/img][hr][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Russian Imperial Tent City: Her Tent[hr][/center]
	The Grand Duchesses brow quirked high at the mention of a salad, her eyes slowly traveling to Vlad as she basically made [url=https://media.tenor.com/images/0c7ccd224070013d847040d4d616d854/tenor.gif]this[/url] face. She knew that wasn't going to go over well with the Great Bazhooli. Watching the two exit the tent she looked over towards Myska and sighed. Veta half wanted to see exactly what Vlad would do over the whole salad comment but she needed to get ready and it was probably best they had left the tent otherwise she would have gotten comfortable and watched the show. It was probably going to be more entertaining than the actual circus itself; for personal reasons only. 

	[color=a187be]"Dank you Mary,"[/color] Veta said gratefully towards her new friend as she finally was able to slip out of bed and start preparing for the Graveolases arrival. While she had a feeling that Mary would be open to hear her proposal to add the Russians ways to the council she did not place much fate in the rest of the council. This was not the first time they had tried though it was her first attempt. Perhaps God had brought her and Mary together for this very purpose, to change things for the better. To allow people to become more ready. To expand on their knowledge for it was lacking in many things. Yes, having more places for people to train would take funding away from the current ones but for her money was not what was most important. Survival was and if Soulless were spreading it would be the councils only hope of survival. The alternative was to have two councils, one official and one of the renegades. Elizaveta would side with the latter if it came to that. 

	Turning her attention to Mary she listened carefully as it was explained to her just what this place was. It sounded horrific. A place where weddings could be done without tradition? Without the law. What protected either side from forced marriages because of this place? Turning so that Mary could pull her laces tight she looked at herself in the mirror. [color=a187be]"I vonder if his scarcity vas because of something sinister or just cowardliness,"[/color] she said in passing. [color=a187be]"Ve must stop vhatever his plan is for the young voman though. Be it Soulless or something else, it is foul nevertheless. Constantins vision, the pain."[/color]

	As Mary finished Veta turned around and looked everything a Grand Duchess should on receiving the council. She gave a the nun a look of sternness and her jaw was set firmly before she continued. Reaching out she placed a gentle hand on her friends shoulder. [color=a187be]"To vindicate the orphan and the oppressed, so that man who is of the earth vill no longer cause terror,"[/color] she said quoting the bible. [color=a187be]"After the meeting, I ride for Gretna. Tell not Vlad, he vould not like that I vould leave protection of circus. Yet I must and he is needed here."[/color] Outside Veta's tent things were not as calm but it seemed that someone was up to something other than the Grand Duchess.