[center][img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img] [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: Off with her head! [hr][/center] Elizaveta nodded slightly as she let the tent flap fall from her fingers and drift back to its original resting place. [color=a187be]"Da, I do but vhat type of leader vould I be if I vere to let them die for me? Nyet, I vill not do this. Alone if I must but it does give me peace to knov I vill have a nev friend by my side,"[/color] she said in a dove like voice before turning her attention towards Vlad so that she could make sure arrangements were in order for the Graveolases arrival to the Russian Imperial Tent City. This was not where they were originally going to meet the council but it would have to do. Yet, her words were cut short as the chain of events set off what the Grand Duchess could only describe in her mind as a perfect example of Snow Flake to Avalanche. Her face remained calm but her eyes did widen at the sudden catch made by Vlad of a golden touched head and the quick way he whisked it behind his back. Her eyes darted over towards Adam who seemed to have missed the entire thing. She had never been so grateful for a half naked clown in her life. Petrov was not as luck to have missed the entire debacle. His jaw agape, his eyes wide. Yet both snapped back to normal as Vlad spoke to him. "Dah! Right away! Come little one, let us feast! Let us eat cake!" he said as he scooped up the little boy and whisked him away to other parts of the circus - ones with far less blood and fewer reenactments of Marie Antoinette's execution. Gathering the folds of her gown she hefted them up to ensure they did not drag the ground. [color=a187be]"Quickly, hay to cover the ground, send the body to her families tent. The crown will cover the cost of the funeral. With all the speed of your knives Vlad, make it so,"[/color] Elizaveta said without batting an eye lash. She could not mourn now or let her feathers be ruffled. Her head turned as she heard a horse ninny. It seemed that Virginia had arrived just as the decapitation had occurred. Pulling the horse to a stop, the man with Virginia looked over his shoulder to her. "Ahh, you will see soon enough. Tonight, the Great Bahzooli with the Grand Duchess shall show the council vhy Mother Russia should have representation with the Graveolase!" he said proudly as he dismounted and held his hands out to help her down. The other man laughed as he watched the show unfold before looking down at James. "See! Did I not tell you, we are greatest shov on earth!" he said not thinking twice about what just occurred. It was nothing compared to the Great Goat Calamity of 1795 in north India. What Mr. Clops had done to Sister Sophia was the stuff of legend. This was a mere beheading. Jumping down he whisked James off the horse and pointed over to Elizaveta and Vlad. "You see those tvo? Such spectacle they vill shov and look nov! That! That is Myska! The Grand Duchess' kitty cat, moev!" he exclaimed as Myska came up behind Vlad and started nibbling at the neck of Alex. [color=a187be]"Myska...Некоторое мясо, которое вы не едите, как бы свежим,"[/color] Elizaveta scolded the tiger. He liked his lips, red staining his white fur. Looking down to where the carriages were rolling up Veta gave quick instructions to have them ushered through a side road to settle the carriages in and provide them less hectic passage into the main tent than the main fare. It would do for now until things were cleaned up. [hider=Translations] Some meat that you do not eat no matter how fresh it is. [/hider]