[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 -> On Route to Preston
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English[/center][hr]

Colette knew the trip would not be quick or easy, but as she had already made up her mind, there was no turning back. Much like her companion in front of her, she was also stressing out. She knew Lord Rutherford was not a gallant man he appeared to be in front of others. The marks on Millicent and her overall demeanor whenever he entered the room was proof of that alone, but instead of insisting she come with them or having them stay behind to run to her house for shelter, she let them both go. She may as well have tied the noose around her neck.

No, she mustn't think like that. If there was any hope of saving her, it was what they were doing. She would be all right.

It had only occurred to her that she had not listened when Fyror spoke to her. Realizing that was rude, as the man had offered her transportation and her company, she glanced back with a warm smile of her own. [color=E395B2]"Looking for a...how do you say...a scenery change? I love my home, but it can be very boring. I have traveled to England with my father before and enjoyed myself, so I decided to come here, more or less alone. But what of you Monsieur Kildragon?"[/color] She would not tell the man the whole truth, not yet.