[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9999ff]Virginia Crypt[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/4z5agy2nl/Bella_Heathcote_gif.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=#9999ff]Location[/color][/b]: The Road North
[b][color=#9999ff]Skills[/color][/b]: N/A[/center][hr]	Virginia let out a bit of a melancholic sigh. The figures in the woods, the static in the air...It was the Soulless, acting as a collective once more. It was a sight that was becoming beautifully and alarmingly common. And then with the signs of dear Mosi...Perhaps there was a message from her father to be found as well. Yet she knew that she could not convince Mary to stay and the horse seemed to have made the decision for them both, heading as far as it could as reality seemed to warp slightly around them. 

	[color=#9999ff]"Do you see this distortion?"[/color] Virginia asked Mary, incredibly curious. As disappointed as she was that they couldn't remain to explore the strange events, they seemed to have found themselves in another place of oddity. Perhaps this was again some sort of work of a dark force - maybe Veliona was looking out for them. The Dark Mother could have been capable of this, Virginia was certain. Yet it also struck her as odd in its own right - how far were they now from Millicent's likely location? And what became of Elizaveta?[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff6600]Maeve Brennan[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/75c688c44bc5b1b3ef54bf3081a0f05c/tumblr_omdy05ZJXh1w3nwrko1_500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ff6600]Location[/color][/b]: Kirkpatrick House: Tea Room
[b][color=ff6600]Skills[/color][/b]: Deception[/center][hr]	Maeve's eyes widened ever so slightly at the scone landed in her lap. Had this happened back at home, she would have hit the offender over the head with her stick - unless it was Roisin. For Roisin, she'd just teach her daughter better aim. And she was a child. Maeve saw children as filled with potential - none more so than her own - and at least for the moment, worthy of receiving the benefit of the doubt. Try as she might, she wasn't able to get a read on Calum. She didn't know if he was genuine - or even if he was someone that could be trusted despite the deceptions. Or maybe this was just how he was.	

	[color=ff6600]"I don't tink I 'av much av a choice as ter whether or not I'm gettin' a scone nigh, do I?"[/color] Maeve said rather pointedly, picking up the scone and smoothing her dress to remove any residual powder that had been left behind. She didn't know if Lady Kirkpatrick expected her to refuse to eat the scone, but it was in her nature to not care. A scone that spent a few seconds touching the fabric of a dress was perfectly edible. Yet from the information she had gleaned about Lady Kirkpatrick, she was certain she would have done the same - at least in her early years.