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[color=933d41][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Manor (Front Gate)
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	Madam Mauve pulled her coat tighter around her with a sigh as she looked out the carriage window, her serene blue eyes peeking out from behind her embellished mask. She bent down slightly in her seat to get a glimpse of the "sky" through the breaks in the thick canopy above. It was really just a film of shifting shades of gray, which coupled with the fog that was rolling in, gave the abeyance of her surroundings an ominous feel to it. [I]How delightful,[/I] she thought to herself. She straightened back up in her seat as her gaze moved to take in the rest of the scenery, if that's what one would even call it. It was really up to individual interpretation as to how one felt about the Shadowell Forest in its entirety. To her, well, let's just say that she felt that it had a certain [I]appeal[/I] to it. That is if one was into the whole "Trespassers will be shot" type of vibe it had going for it. She could feel the carriage starting to slow down as a crowd of travelers converged, and soon enough, she could make out the faint outline of a large gate through the fog.

	As the carriage came to a stop alongside the other partygoers and their varying modes of transportation, she grabbed her purse and doublechecked that she did in fact have her invitation on her. She looked up, lips thinning slightly behind her mask, at the sound of hoofbeats and barking dogs cutting through the relative silence. She watched as the armed guards rode up with their ferocious hounds. She supposed she wouldn't expect anything less from the Ambesires. She winced a bit at the grating sound of the gate being slowly opened. Talk about a nails on chalkboard type of sound. As the visitors were instructed to exit and/or dismount, Mauve stared expectantly at her carriage door, waiting for her chauffeur to open it. She unlaced her intertwined ankles and slowly rose from her seat when the door was finally opened, mind you, without a nasty creaking sound. She looked down at the chauffeur, a look of annoyance flitting across her features. [color=933d41]"Ahem,"[/color] she cleared her throat. 

	"Oh, my apologies, m'lady," the man suddenly exclaimed, before offering his hand to help her out of the carriage. She cautiously got out of the carriage, careful not to trip over her skirts. Her hand slid out of the man's to smooth out the front of her striking ensemble. She then glanced around at the others, noting with a bit of distaste that two people had brought along their pets with them, one a ferret and the other a raven. She righted herself and nodded her head, before confidently approaching the gate in behind a couple of others. [color=933d41]"What does bravery have anything to do with anything? Perhaps some of us just choose to be more fashionably late,"[/color] she spoke up smoothly in reply to the one woman's comment. She pulled out her invitation and handed it over to the big man by the name of Leo. She gave the man a onceover while he checked her invitation. Once she was given the all clear, she then stepped inside the gate as instructed. She eyed the dogs as they barked and snapped ferociously, several of their gazes seemingly following her. She really hoped that the handlers kept the pooches in check. Her gaze reluctantly left the dogs to take in the rest of her surroundings. It pegged her as odd that a family as wealthy as the Ambesires would leave their estate in such a state of disrepair. However, she kept that little sentiment to herself as her attention returned to the people she would be spending the evening with.