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	[color=2956b2][b][i]Gretna Green (Church):[/i][/b][/color] Millicent still wasn't buying what the Grand Duchess was saying. It just didn't make logical sense. That thing died on the altar and beneath the remaining ashes was this person. Like a moth in a cocoon. The look of obvious doubt played on Millicents features as she looked at Elizaveta. Sighing, took another drink of the water before speaking again. [color=a187be]"Ludwig died before Church. Brought here to severe soul. Keep from changing. Soul was freed before creature showed."[/color] Millicents brows shot up at the explanation. Her head turning and looking back at the door. Thinking back to when she entered here. She had been distracted by Rutherfords face, by seeing Virginia again, by Colette and Maeve showing up; she had completely forgotten others were in the church before her. That she had come across the others just before, that Ludwig was indeed dead, thrown over a horse, before everything started going down the way it was. If face palming had been a thing, she might just have done that right then. 

	[color=0072bc]"Apparently I was mistaken. Thank you for the clarification,"[/color] she said before she walked over to a pew bench and sat herself down, rubbing her throat slightly. At Williams offering she shook her head. [color=0072bc]"No, I believe I shall be fine in due course,"[/color] she added as she sat there. Something in her felt a sense of relief knowing that thing hadn't come from one of them. To think to turn into a beast like that, it seemed so much worse than becoming a Soulless. 

	Now, during all of this we seemed to have lost sight of a little friend. Dieter, the ferret not the brother. Worry not! Animals are smart creatures, especially ferrets. They like to hide and sneak, they are very tricksy they are. Especially Dieter, the ferret not the brother. There was a slight whimper from behind one of the tapestries that hung along the walls and a head poked out. A little nose at first before the rest of him emerged and scurried over towards Constantin, running up his leg and body until he perched on the mans shoulder. Apparently Dieter, the ferret not the brother, was just fine. He had just been hiding until everything calmed down. 

	Things though were not going to calm down, they were going to in-fact calm up. Elizaveta slowly staggered to her feet. Her eyes focusing on the altar as Ny brushed some of the ash aside. Something popped up from beneath a mound of the ash. At first it was simply a green stem, then leaves started to fold out from it. A single stem kept climbing until a bloom started to form. It was the color of dark lilac, and gradually paled as its bell like blossom opened and a light came from within it. The flower cast off a scent, that of turned up soil and dank caves. "Only to grow in darkness but my how it blossoms," Ny commented to himself as he stepped around watching the flower. 

	Millicent watched the flower but gripped her dagger. This couldn't be normal. Elizaveta on the other hand watched in wonderment. [color=silver][i]"Seek life elsewhere."[/i][/color] A haunting voice, so chilling and yet familiar to some within the group. Some by chance meeting, some by message before, some just by a feeling. [color=silver][i]"Seek life elsewhere."[/i][/color] Eilizaveta's head tilted to the side. Thinking on the words and then thinking on other words. Vlad's words. [color=silver][i]"Seek life elsewhere."[/i][/color] The flower faded and three petals fell to the ash. 

	Elizaveta looked at her own hands and then she started to pace. Mumbling under her breath. [color=a187be][i]"Three."[/i][/color] Her fingers counting off. [color=a187be][i]"Three."[/i][/color] Pointing at the air. [color=a187be][i]"Three."[/i][/color] Pointing at Vlad, then Virginia, then herself. [color=a187be][i]"Three."[/i][/color] Then to herself again, to Vlad, to Constantin. [color=a187be][i]"Three."[/i][/color] Then to groups as they came in. [color=a187be][i]"Three."[/i][/color] Her fingers seeming to count off something in her mind. [color=a187be][i]"Three."[/i][/color]. Dropping her knees she began to draw an old symbol in the dust and ash. A symbol of a flower that looked almost of flame. Petals, leaves, heart. Looking back over her shoulder. [color=a187be]"Three."[/color]

	Breathing out she nodded. [color=a187be]"Again, must again,"[/color] she said as she glanced towards Vlad, holding her hand out to him. Then her head turned towards Virginia and she held her other hand out towards the woman, hoping against hope she understood. [color=a187be]"Three..."[/color]