[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=0072bc]Millicent Wyndham[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/96429515c1cb29b0a9c8df776bd35db9/tumblr_inline_o7zndnuPku1qgrm3t_250.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Dining Hall -> Conservatory, Heaton Hall, Heaton Park, Manchester, England
[b]Skills:[/b] Class Knowledge (Peer), Court Etiquette, House[/center][hr]
	Millicent nodded and left it at that. The meal was going by simply enough. Richard and Thomas were speaking of this and that, exchanging tales of when they were kids and laughing. Millicent ate but ate just enough not to be bothered or draw attention to herself it seemed. Her head stayed down and she was a shadow of her former self. Just the day before she had held her head high, danced with Fyror and enjoyed herself. Yet that was yesterday which made it the past and right now the past seemed like a dream and now seemed like a nightmare. Granted she knew it could be worse than it was, she had lived through worse, much worse, recently. So she took it in silent stride as dinner was completed and the men excused themselves to the drawing room for a round of cards. 

	[color=0072bc]"The conservatory, I wish to sketch some of the stunning flora that was in the greenhouse,"[/color] Millicent stated as Rutherford pulled out her chair and helped her to stand. He nodded and kissed her cheek. One could see the ice flow suddenly through her veins yet she plastered on a look of enjoyment that melted away quickly once Richard and Thomas were out of sight. 

	[color=0072bc]"If you would care to join me, I would love to include you in my sketches. You have the most stunning cheekbones,"[/color] Millicent said as she motioned towards the door and then started walking to exit the dinning room. She had to make a quick stop by the room she had been told would be hers this evening to retrieve a pad and charcoals. After that, she went to the Conservatory and found a spot near the back where there was plenty of light and in all honesty solitude and privacy. It was safer that way. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=a187be]Elizaveta Romanova[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5gplyIpm81rpswil.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Stables, Russian Tent City, Regent Park, London, England
[b]Skills:[/b] English, Zverey, Agility[/center][hr]
	While Millicent may have been thinking of safety, Elizaveta was thinking of anything but that as she moved quickly through the circus and to the stables. She did not need to go there but it was best if the three of them stayed together. She did not like the fact that she had to run off like this, and less that she could not even leave a note explaining. The circus would be in an uproar when they found she was gone but she could leave no bread crumbs, no trail. If she did there was a chance that their talented riders would catch up with her and Mary and Virginia and stop them, or worse, insist on coming with them. 

	[color=a187be]"Ve vill send vord ve are safe once ve have distance on our side,"[/color] she said as she climb on top of Myska and held on for dear life. She had a feeling that both women had people they would need to inform of at least something and soon. Especially Virginia because of her brother. Yet there was no time and Elizaveta was sure that James would be fine with the Circus. She had made sure to leave the papers in a place that they would be easily found. James would be protected and taken care of by the Circus. They would die for him, that was how they were. Even if it had just been a contract they would have looked after him but now knowing he was family, they would happily die for the boy. 

	[color=a187be]"North, quickly. It von't be long before the distraction raises alarms,"[/color] Veta said before patting Myska and speaking in her native tongue. With that they were off and rushing out the northern back end of the Circus where none were right then. Elizaveta had timed it well and the dice were with them. Their exit from the circus would go unnoticed for now. [color=a187be]Mary, lead the vay, you knov England far better than I."[/color]
	
[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=fdc68a]Ludwig Zimmer[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/bafe4c13feabe5bacbec42e6df398537/tumblr_inline_ni5h1koBRY1s0wd2z.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] (Under) Food Table, Main Tent, Russian Tent City, Regent Park, London, England, Europe, Northern Hemisphere, Planet Earth
[b]Skills:[/b] English, Observation, Mental Stamina, Unacknowledged Soulless/Countries, Kielkropf[/center][hr]
	[color=fdc68a]"And the walls came a tumbling down, down down the hole we go, where it stops no one knows for knowing is half the battle, a battle of wits that is inconceivable but I do not think it means what you think it means, beans, magic beans, magic through the winds and through the tress to send one to his knees. bow bow and avast ye mates for the walls came a tumbling down."[/color]

	And down they did come, yet he was safe as he flittered about. Nothing could stop him, he was a leaf on the wind but they couldn't see how he soared for one couldn't exactly soar under a table which was under the cloth of a tent but he was still glad, never mad. This was maddening but he wasn't mad. He could never be mad for if he was it would prove them right and he couldn't have that, so he was glad, glad, never mad. No mad, but perhaps a hat could be good right then, a hat to pull a rabbit from, and have some tea. Or yes tea, nine and three quarters of an ounce of tea, until it grew cold, then only half a cup but then would need a new cup. Could he get a new cup or would he have to change seats. What seats, he was fluttering. 

	He was fluttering and flying, like a butterfly not like a raven, ravens were dark and black and went straight but he could go all ways. Up ways and side ways and back ways and front ways and all the ways. Not like a raven, not like a writing desk but they both did have legs, two of them, was that how they were alike, why would anyone care? Were they mad perhaps? Stark raving mad? Well if they were they were not him for he wasn't mad, he was glad and he fluttered under the cloth and called out. [color=fdc68a]"To the top of the mountain, to the top of the wall, now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"[/color]