[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[/center][hr]

Colette did not mean to embarrass the woman, but it was true. Given all she assumed had happened to her, it was only right that Colette shares some goodness and warmth with her. Colette knew only too well the dangers of being a woman here and now. How they are expected to maintain an image, act a certain way, and not overshadow any man. If only men knew that pushing anyone to their limits often yielded dangerous results. 

Hopefully, Colette did not overstep herself, but she had a feeling Millicent was hiding more than she was letting on. And for good reason. Colette, thankful she did not have to sit still much longer came and looked at the sketch. She had to admit, it struck her. Often times portraits were done of families or individuals and they did not smile or laugh. Common human emotions such as that were often not captured by paint or pen. Instead, they opted for stoic faces. Boring she called it.

And yet, she looked at the sketch done of her and it was her face, her hair, but also her smile. She was laughing in the sketch and it amused her greatly. It was a well-done sketch too. Millicent had talent.

Before she could express her fondness and gratitude, Lord Egerton and Lord Rutherford came barging in. She had half a mind to tell them to go away, but their panicked expression caused concern.

And then she heard the crash. And the screams.

The attack she had heard so much about, the Soulless. It was coming here. [color=E395B2]"Where should we go then? If they are here already, how do we escape?"[/color] She was not afraid. Far from it actually. Even the prettiest of roses held thorns and she was not without her defenses. Still, it was better to flee and regroup, especially if it was as deadly as the last attack.