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The Break of Dawn[/color][/b][/h1]
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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Annan:[/i][/b][/color] The evening had gone well enough. A meal and some berating of the cook later and Lady Kirkpatrick had turned in for the evening. A single room was secured for Maeve on the second floor next to Sallys. The "Father" was told if he wanted to sleep he could seek out shelter at the local church. 

	Everything was quiet until the break of dawn. Yet once dawn broke, so did the silence. [color=f7976a]"Bloody hell! Where is my tea!"[/color] Lady Kirkpatrick bellowed from her room. Sitting up and glancing around the empty room, she debated getting out of bed to pick up her cane and be ready to smack someone with it or just to sit there for a few more moments. 

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	[color=2956b2][b][i]London:[/i][/b][/color] What a wonderful place, at least at times it is. Last evening so much occurred. An attack on Almacks was just the beginning of a very eventful evening. Yet even after everything is drew to what one could might say was a successful day.

	Thalken might not but hey, we can't all be winners. He at the end of the night was wrapped up in a very thick piece of canvas and moved to the stables under guard. No one was changing him but hey the circus was good enough to leave a few buckets of water, some soap, and a clean change of clothing near him so when he finally woke up and smelled himself he could clean up. They sure as shit weren't going to do it. Can you blame them?

	Once Thalken was moved the Circus finished fixing the downed canvas and turned in for the evening. Ludwig spent some time entertaining the children with stories of his travels from Japan to the Americas and especially of his time at sea. That was until the children fell asleep, for a while he kept talking and then writing in his journal before following suit and falling asleep himself. It was for the best, too many people that day had called him mad. Dieter, his ferret not his brother, fell asleep curled up around Ludwigs neck. 

	Outside of the Circus, three women did not sleep. It seemed the guards were told to screen everyone leaving and to stop as many as thy could. Especially those trained or or noble birth. The crown did not want the city to close down. The financial toll it could have on the city could be devastating. Yet it seemed that God or perhaps something or someone else was watching over the three women. For as the guards tried to keep them within the city a fog rolled in and suddenly the guards went flying. A goat baahing loudly as he kept ramming the men in the rear. Elizaveta took the opportunity to make a break for it before the gate was closed. Once they were outside of the city, things went much smoother. The fog seemed to cover them and keep them out of sight until they were able to get around the city wall and get traveling north once again. 

	They had managed to put a lot of distance between them and London but their luck was no longer holding out for as Sister Sophia came to bring Elizaveta her morning meal she screamed. The future Czarina was no where to be found. The only thing of note left behind was the papers for James and a small note: "Do Not follow. - Veta~"

	"The Grand Duchess! She has gone!" Sophia screamed as she rushed out of Elizavetas tent. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Manchester:[/i][/b][/color] "I have a carriage waiting outside. We should hurry," Lord Eagerton said and Rutherford agreed but not completely. 

	"They are pushing north. We cannot get ahead of them though," Richard said. Millicent gulped a bit, perhaps they couldn't at least not on land.

	[color=0072bc]"My father has ships in port in Preston,"[/color] she said quietly and gave a halfways glanced towards Colette. 

	"My brilliant fiance, yes. A ship, traveling will be much quicker. Can you get us to Preston?" Rutherford asked of Thomas. the man nodded and it was decided. They would flee to Preston and a ship from there. 

	[color=0072bc]"Please, come with us,"[/color] Millicent said quickly to Colette before Rutherford grabbed her wrist and rushed off. Thomas looked at Colette and held his hand out to her. If she came he would do what he could to protect her but if not he would leave her behind. That much was clear in his eyes. (Colette may come along or chose to stay behind and try to find her servants.)

	From the Lords home they managed to sneak out of Manchester via carriage and head north. The city had buildings that were burning as they left and by morning the attack on Manchester was over and the Soulless once again had vanished into the shadows. Pillars of white smoke curled towards the skies come day break. Fyror and Gerard had managed to make wonderful time and as dawn broke they reached the edge of Manchester. The smell of death and burning buildings still heavy in the air. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Nottingham:[/i][/b][/color] As the sun began to rise, Elizaveta look a breath of relief. The city of Nottingham coming into view in the distance. [color=a187be]"Ve should take rest, it has been a long evening,"[/color] she said as she brought Myshka to a slow walk. If anything she knew that Myska and Mary's horse both needed a rest. If they kept pushing them like this, they could end up with two very dead animals. All of them could use a meal and a rest, even if only for an hour or so. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Preston:[/i][/b][/color] They had arrived in Preston just an hour before dawn and a ship ha been readying itself to leave for Scotland. A few quick words and room was spared on the Catherine for them to board. They had brought word about the attacks on London and Manchester with them and as dawn broke Millicent stood on the deck of the ship and watched the city of Preston become smaller as they set sail. [color=0072bc]"Father..."[/color] she said quietly as she wrapped her arms around herself. While she was alive, going by ship would mean they would be in Scotland much faster. There was no turning back now for even if she wanted to run, the only choice was the depths of the waters. Yet, would a watery grave be so bad?