[hr][hr][center][h1][color=00ccff][b][i]Cecily Ashworth[/i][/b][/color][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/9F58z5NN/original.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=00ccff]Location:[/color][/b] Flight UA 2199 (Seat 2B)
[b][color=00ccff]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[/center][hr]	Cecily's blood ran ice cold as he nodded, laughing as he confirmed that he had a branding. She was about to scream the equivalent of [i]STRANGER DANGER![/i] when he revealed the brand and she felt the wind knocked back into her body. It wasn't a male symbol. He wasn't a member of the servant class or whatever they were to the higher up female members. She noted the repetition of his surname - and figured that his family must have founded the town way back then. Either that or they found out their was a town with their surname and decided that they just [i]had[/i] to move there.

	[color=00ccff]"Do they know about you?"[/color] Cecily then asked, looking at him. [color=00ccff]"...I don't want another person to die because of me..."[/color] she then said quietly, turning her gaze as she looked down. She had told Natasha to get out. She had warned her. And Natasha died anyways. It didn't matter that it was natural causes - it was Cecily's fault that she ended up dying on the ground barely across the border, rather than being in a nice hospital somewhere where a doctor could see to her immediately. [color=00ccff]"If you aren't already in this mess...then I don't want you here, regardless as to who you promised to do a favor for."[/color]