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[color=933d41][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Shadowell Grounds: Seat O ⇢ Shadowell Manor: Outside Front
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[color=933d41][i][b]Hit Points:[/b][/i][/color] 3
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	Mauve's gaze slowly gravitated back the direction she had come from, wondering if a certain someone had chosen to join her. There was a glint in her eyes as she saw Cobalt choose instead to sit with, of all people, the woman reeking of tobacco and hacking her lungs out. Her head tilted a bit to the side as she watched the way he interacted with her. She barely held back a scoff and a roll of her eyes at hearing his exclamation of "concern." [I]The sly devil,[/I] she thought amusedly. [color=933d41]"Well, it's your loss then,"[/color] she murmured. Her gaze shifted past him as a new, and very late, arrival appeared just beyond the already closed gates. She watched with interest at the exchange between the guards and the woman, only able to interpret what was going on via their body language since the roar of the engine drowned out their quiet conversation. To her surprise, the woman was allowed entrance. She didn't take the guards for suckers for a sob story, so the woman had to have a certain charm to her. [I]My oh my, incredibly intriguing.[/I] 

	Her pupils dilated as the woman approached, and her gaze followed the woman even as she passed Mauve by. She shifted in her seat, leaning her body weight forward as if she was considering getting up, which she very much was indeed. Something about the woman, maybe the fact that she had presumably charmed her way passed the guards, intrigued her [i]greatly[/i]. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but did it really matter to her? Hmmm, let me think. [i]No.[/i] Movement, albeit slow and hobbling, caught her eye for a split second. She glanced over and watched with annoyance as that chair hogging bastard went right over to the woman. More than that, he looked like he was practically fangirling over her. [i]Stalker much?[/i] she thought. She made to get up, planning on coming to the poor woman's rescue, when another man suddenly sat down next to her and started talking to her. 

	Mauve glanced over the man's shoulder but otherwise relaxed back into her seat as she let him share his piece. His words and mannerisms ended up piquing her interest enough for her to stay put for the time being. The other woman could wait, [I]hopefully.[/I] The corner of her lips, which were obscured by her mask, twitched upwards. [color=933d41]"It would seem you have a good eye, sir. It would be my pleasure to make your acquaintance. You may call me Madam Mauve,"[/color] she replied smoothly. She grimaced as the contraption they were sitting on suddenly jerked backwards, and she bit back a nasty remark at the lack of warning that was given. After righting herself in her seat, she pulled her coat tighter around her as the wind picked up, the cold air biting at whatever exposed skin she had. She tried to say something to the man who had called himself Master Tack, but it became quickly apparent that the engine drowned out any such attempts to make conversation. So, she impatiently opted to do the only thing she really could at the moment, which was to take in her surroundings. 

	She glanced around with distaste at the guards and their mean looking dogs, before her gaze turned towards something much more intriguing, the Shadowell Manor. It was truly a sight to behold. A look of approval flitted through her eyes. [color=933d41]"Oh bite me,"[/color] she suddenly cursed as their ride came to a jolting halt. [i]That is really starting to get annoying,[/i] she thought to herself, before recomposing herself. She slid off the bench seat and smoothed out the fabric of her dress. She glanced back over at Master Tack, giving him a onceover, before her gaze faced forwards and upwards slightly as they were addressed by a man.