[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]

It is a difficult thing to describe. The interaction between the two made Colette feel...awkward. Not for the good reasons, either. Instead, she felt as if, if she were not here, things in this room would be going down very differently. Their words never matched their eyes and that troubled Colette, because she had so often gone down the same road before. She had millions of questions for both Millicent and Lord Rutherford, but felt it would not be the right time to ask them.

At Lord Rutherford's question, Colette scanned Millicent for a second before she returned the man's gaze, intently, [color=E395B2]"I am here to satisfy my curiosity. I had only ever been to England when I was younger. I seek adventure, you see."[/color] Colette wouldn't tell him the full reason. She saw no need. Even his compliments directed at her did not sway her tongue.

Yet, it was the subtle way he told Millicent about women holding their tongue that sparked something. It was a subtle jab. It wasn't so evident, but Colette could put the pieces of this puzzle together, one at a time. However, as much as she wished to voice her concern, she remembered the wounds and tears she saw on Millicent and held her tongue because she did not believe for one second that they were all purely from the Soulless attack.

[color=E395B2]"And when should a woman hold her tongue, if you do not mind me asking Monsieur Rutherford? I am unfamiliar with your customs and perhaps things are different here in England than they are in France?"[/color]