[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=E395B2]Colette de La Fontaine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/alJBIiG3D5EZO/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=E395B2][b]Location:[/b][/color] Manchester, England - After The Attack
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English[/center][hr]

Colette waited for Fyror's response, but it mattered not what he would say. She was now bound and determined to seek Millicent out. After all, she had just been given a task of returning this handkerchief back to her. She was not sure why, but it had to be important if they were going to risk their lives to get it to her. Soon enough though, he accepted her joining him, albeit reluctantly. Really, it mattered not to her if he wanted her or not, but it would be best to not go at this alone. [color=E395B2]"Thank you, Monsieur Kildragon."[/color]

She followed him to his carriage upon hearing the horses were changed. At least they would not be walking all the way there. She was unaware of just how far away the nearest port was, so she would trust Fyror on this matter. Protocol told her to accept the man's offer of his arm upon entering the carriage, though she wanted very much to go against it, if only to prove further that she did not need a man's help, nor desire it, but wasn't as if the man was rude. Overprotective, mainly.

She accepted it and entered the carriage, sitting down. [color=E395B2]"Quite the lovely carriage you have."[/color] Truth be told, she had seen better carriages, but it served its purpose, and she did love horses. She remembered her own horse fondly, wondering if she would ever see him again soon.