[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=E395B2]Colette de La Fontaine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/RWOU4JY.png[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=E395B2][b]Location:[/b][/color] Heaton Hall, Ladies Room; Manchester, England
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English, House, Court Ettiquette[/center][hr]

Colette was intrigued to hear that someone else had trained in China also. She wondered if the woman was speaking Mandarin before. It would explain why it sounded kind of familiar. Back home, she rarely met another who trained in China. Others preferred the States or India. She felt a bond with the woman, despite them just meeting.

Colette braced herself and put a hand to her heart. The attack she heard before. The poor woman had been there? And not only having been there, but she lost someone. A sister, no less. [color=E395B2]"Oh, vous pauvre. You have been through so much!"[/color] Colette preferred not to state the obvious. That it was brave of her to come to a party so soon after such a devastating attack. That it was solid of her to remain in the public eye despite having lost her sister. To show she was grieving, but moving on. She knew the court games. Life went on despite these things. 

However, Colette also knew that there was more to the story. There had to be. However, it was not her place to push. She was curious, sure, but she also barely knew the woman, despite the fact she felt herself liking her. She continued and finished applying her makeup. [color=E395B2]"There, I believe I am finished. You look beautiful, mademoiselle. This does not do your beauty justice."[/color] Colette handed the woman's makeup back to her before she stood, offering her hand to help the woman to her feet too. [color=E395B2]"If I may be so bold, I think you are incredibly strong. Tears do not show weakness. Scars do not show weakness. The fact you are here is strength enough. Take courage in this, mon ami. Shall we attend the party?"[/color]