[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] Preston
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English[/center][hr]

Colette stepped on board the ship (if it could even be called such) as they prepared for departure. Colette was not too pleased with the traveling arrangement. Surely class counted for something? Colette lamented this as they set off. The ship captain was nice enough to do this for them, and really, she should be happy with that. Fyror was silent for most of it and Colette couldn't help but feel that she took the reins of this operation. And that made her feel guilty. Fyror wanted to find Millicent just as much, if not more, as her.

Colette entered the interior to find a place to sit and relax and rest up. She looked over to her companion for this journey. [color=E395B2]"I apologize if I overstepped myself, Monsieur Kildragon. I was just eager to get going and was hoping we wouldn't have to take this vessel. But choosers cannot be beggars, yes? We will make the most of it. The Captain is right, perhaps we should rest before. Hopefully, the wind provides us with safe, quick travels."[/color]