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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Kirkpatrick House:[/i][/b][/color] The Lady Kirkpatrick looked over at Maeve and chuckles in the slightest. Had Maeve said something funny? It wasn't clear but then she explained. [color=f7976a]"It is more a skill of being able to copy what you see than know what you read,"[/color] she began before going into a short story of how the first things she had forged she did not herself yet know how to read and over the years she had had to do the same for papers that were not in a language she understood. That the skills are more about mimicing what one sees. Yet she finishes with a stern look. [color=f7976a]"Though reading does make it easier when you need to use it for personal reasons. We will start studying post haste. I will not have you be within my service and unable to read my child. You must be able to read letters your daughter will send you,"[/color] she said with a curt nod. [color=f7976a]"In a way you already do read though, but what is sign language but the language we speak written in the air? Yes, I will tutor you. This is a moral imperative."[/color] 

	Leaning back in her chair slightly she shook her head. [color=f7976a]"Refill our drinks and sit with me, we can send the letter with this evenings post."[/color] It was her response to if there was anything else the girl could do.

	The butler smiled at her and shook his head. "No My Lady, that will be more than adequate for an introduction," he said in a kind voice before motioning for him to follow her. Glancing around he walked over to a door and knocked on it. 

	[color=f7976a]"What is it?"[/color] a voice called out. Opening the door slightly at first the butler looked around before opening it fully and standing in the door way. [color=f7976a]"Yes?"[/color]

	"Lady Colette de la Fontaine. Daughter of Count Alexandre de la Fontaine," he announced before stepping to the side so that Collette could enter the room. The room held two women, one younger dressed well and looked to be a servant of sorts. The other was an older woman with a stern face and dressed in upperclass finery sitting there having tea it looked like. There was the smell of burning paper in the air. 

	[color=2956b2][b][i]Gretna Green:[/i][/b][/color] Out with the Russian pair, poor Ludiwgs body hung limp where it was laid. Dieter, the ferret not the brother, scurried up and to his handler, curling up and resting against the mans body. Some say animals have no feelings, that they do not possess a soul, but any that had worked with the Circus would know differently. Especially those with bonded animals or had seen how Veta had been with her Tiger. Dieter, the ferret not the brother, seemed to prove no matter how small the animal they could still be connected to those that took care of them. The two would be able to be able to travel to the outskirts of town this round, coming to the edge of town from the west. 

	Veta looked over towards William and then looked around. [color=a187be]"I hope it does not return then,"[/color] she said before looking back towards him. Her eyes narrowed towards Lord Rutherford. [color=a187be]"Ve do not do such things,"[/color] she said in a cool even voice before making her way down the side of what remained of the carriage gracefully. Millicent's head turned this way and that looking around before trying to help Lord Rutherford as she pulled a silk handkerchief from her dress. Snatching it he pressed it to his head.  

	There was a thinning of Veta's lips before turning her attention back to William. [color=a187be]"Dah, ve should valk. Tis better than remaining here and vaiting for vhat the vind may blov next,"[/color] she said as she walked over to Millicent and took the woman's arm. Pulling her gently with her, the two started walking. Millicent glancing over her shoulder at Rutherford, who grimaced and grumbled under his breath but he started walking. Passing William, Veta looked at him. [color=a187be]"Dank you,"[/color] she said in a song like voice before looking back at the road ahead of them. They were not far and it wouldn't take long to get to the northern end of Gretna Green. 

	In Gretna Green Ny is still not sure what to do right then to stop the runaway horses before they cause more damage or even worse, end up trampling someone. Yet, Virginia is on point right now. There are supplies piled up outside various shops and in those supplies is plenty of rope. There are pillars around town, strong ones where people would tie off horses and carriages. If they could string the rope between two of them high enough it might stop the horses in their tracks since they would be unable to jump it with the added weight of the front of the carriage. It is a shot and if they move quickly, they just might get it done.