[center][img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img][h1][b][color=2956b2]March 24th, 1823[/color][/b][/h1] [img]http://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/ccff888e-d2a3-4f6d-a340-d0c5f453075c.png[/img][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]Scotland[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center] [color=2956b2][b][i]House Kirkpatrick:[/i][/b][/color] Lady Kirkpatrick shook her head slightly. [color=f7976a]"A bumbling buffoon you are Father Fuddles. Nearly ruined a perfectly good scone because of your ways,"[/color] the Lady Kirkpatrick scolded before going about her tea. [color=f7976a]"At least she had the good sense not to let it go to waste."[/color] There was a bit of a gleam in the old womans eyes and a nod towards Maeve. [color=f7976a]"Did you bring what I requested?"[/color] she asked and Calum nodded before pulling out a small folded piece of paper from his inner coat pocket and turning it over to the woman. Unfolding it she took a look. After a few moments, her eyes raised and locked with Maeve. [color=f7976a]"We need to talk deary, in private."[/color] Rising from her seat, she knocked the tip of her cane against the ground. [color=f7976a]"Have Rory fetch the coach, we have things to attend to,"[/color] she said and Calum rose, tripping slightly but not as badly as he headed for the door. Lady Kirkpatrick stopped by the girl now working for her and let out a breath. [color=f7976a]"This way child."[/color] Stepping out of the room she walked down the hall and outside. Her nephew trying to beckon her but she waved him off saying something about needing to get some fresh air and away from the exhaled vomit of her kin folk. He stormed off in a huff as she climbed into the carriage with the aid of Father Fuddles. (Beginning to think this needs to be his name.) Once inside she rested herself down and Calum waited to help Maeve in if she needed it or would even accept it. Either way, once both were loaded in, he climbed on top with Rory, nearly breaking his neck in the process before the carriage pulled down the drive and went for a bit of a tour. [color=2956b2][b][i]Port Annan:[/i][/b][/color] "Thank ye sir, thank ye kindly," Nigel said gratefully before turning his attention back to the other patrons as they were coming and going, helping out at the tables when he was not swamped at the bar itself. The place was far more crowded than it had been just a day before. "Well worry not old friend, we will have you married post haste. Not a soul in England could catch up to you two love birds now," Lord Egerton said with a smile and Rutherford chuckled. Millicent forced a slight smile but it faded as someone else came over to the table. Rutherford quirked a brow looking him over. "Yes, I am, and usually it is proper manners to introduce oneself before inquiring about the name of another," he said as he sat there. Lord Rutherford glanced over to Millicent who kept her eyes down and didn't look up at the new comer. "Millicent darling, come sit by me and make room for this fellow who we do not know his name as of yet. It is crowded in here, wouldn't do well not to show some warm English hospitality, even if we are in Scotland," Rutherford said as he rose and held his hand out to his fiance. Millicent swallowed hard and nodded. Taking Rutherfords hand and rising from her seat. [color=0072bc]"Of course,"[/color] she said as she stepped over to the other side of the table and sat in the bench like seating on the other side next to Rutherford. "I am Lord Rutherford and this lovely young woman is my fiance Millicent Wyndham," Rutherford said as he introduced himself and Millicent before taking his seat once again. "I say, you do look far more calm than most of us have, I take it you are not fleeing anything," he chuckled. [center][hr][h1][b][i][color=2956b2]England[/color][/i][/b][/h1][hr][/center] [color=2956b2][b][i]Bristol:[/i][/b][/color] Once in the city and a ship had been secured for passage, Ludwig waited, peaking his head out of the bag constantly until he found just the right moment when others were not looking before he popped out of the bag like a rabbit out of a hat and grinned as he looked around. Tall as he should be. Dieter, his ferret not his brother, scurried out of the bag and up Ludwigs leg until he was perched on his shoulder looking around. [color=fdc68a]"Big boats, little boat, sailing boats, merchant boats, pirate boats, dark boats. Soulled Soulless boats, sailing the seven seas. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me, along the ways of the seven seas, a pirates life for me. What do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor, you send him out to sea,"[/color] Ludwig sang and grinned wildly. The grin turned towards Constantine before he rushed over to Vlad and smiled and then darted onto the ship. He wasn't wasting anytime. He went up to each crew member and then frowned. He was sad, not mad but sad. [color=fdc68a]"No La Canela, slow, slow but is okay. Faster than ground, faster than earth, faster than dirt,"[/color] he said as he pulled out his journal and started writing in it. Dieter, his ferret not his brother, still perched and looked around as if he was searching for something. [color=2956b2][b][i]The Sea:[/i][/b][/color] The captain leaned back in her chair and a black cat jumped into her lap, purring slightly as it curled up and got comfortable. "A woman of your clothing would be better suited on a luxury ship for Peers instead of a fishing vessel." Her voice was more reflective than accusatory as her fingers curled against the cats black fur. Her skin so pale compared to the black. The cat yawned and batted at the captains fingers but it did not stop her. "That look becomes you, perhaps in another life," she said as she looked down at the cat. "I have to wonder," she said as her eyes slowly came back up to Colette's. "If perhaps you weren't escaping something as well." The cat jumped down from her lap and onto the desk. Meowing as he walked to the other side and sat down, looking at Colette. "I be Marco, and at least ye be dry now," Marco chuckled. Leaning back and getting comfortable in one of the hammocks he swung slowly as he crossed his ankles over each other and pulled out a dagger. It wasn't in a threatening manner, simply spinning the item between his fingers and turning it this way and that. An idle practice it seemed. "Just what in the hell was ye land lubers doin' on that ship? You ain't be lookin' like no fishermen I ever been seein'. Unless the dress has been changed since last time I was in these waters," he chuckled as he tossed the blade up and down, catching it and moving it through his fingers before tossing it again. [color=2956b2][b][i][url=https://www.british-history.ac.uk/sites/default/files/publications/pubid-404/images/fig159.gif]Carlisle[/url]:[/i][/b][/color] That was a hell of a jump now wasn't it? But yes, the two women traveling are indeed just on the southern outskirts of Carlisle now. How? It boggles the mind. Even at a pushing pace, it should have taken another day to get this far, it not more. There is a sickening feeling now in the pit of each womans stomach, as if something was moved that shouldn't have. Or perhaps moving that fast without realizing it is making you sick. Either way, you aren't the only one feeling it. The horse gets sick and looses whatever it had been fed in the last town you were able to stop in. The town seems on high alert but if someone had headed out from London after the Attack on Almacks, they could have reached Carlisle by now. It would have been a hard trek but they could have. Granted no trek across the English country side is easy. Yet if they have come this far so quickly. It means Gretna Green could be reached by evening - that is if they are up to continuing. That will depend on fate now though. Rolls before proceeding.