[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=E395B2]Colette de La Fontaine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/alJBIiG3D5EZO/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=E395B2][b]Location:[/b][/color] Port Annan
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English[/center][hr]

Colette noted the man’s odd look at her direction. Had she said something off? Her grasp on the English language was fine, but she did make the odd mistake. Either way, she was here and, hopefully, in the right place. She looked over at the man who had so kindly led her here. [color=E395B2]“Thank you, kind sir, for showing me the way. Safe travels on your way back.”[/color] As he rode off, the butler offered her a hand and she gladly accepted it as she moved off her horse. She pet her new purchase along its neck. It had done a fine job. She took the reins and followed the butler to tie her horse.

[color=E395B2]“I am sorry to bother you. I will gladly speak to Lady Kirkpatrick. Excuse me if I have caused any offense. I have been traveling quite a while, you see, and am growing tired.”[/color] She looked around her at the estate. It was quaint and picturesque. Something she wouldn’t mind having later on down her life when she was older and her children have all moved on to their own things.

[color=E395B2]“This is a lovely place. I hope I am not too forward, but what is Lady Kirkpatrick like? She runs a fine home if outward appearances are anything to go by.”[/color] And, maybe, she would find something to get her an in with the lady of the house.