[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] Gretna Green - Church
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English[/center][hr]

Colette had grown concerned, but at the same time she knew that there were capable women here, ready to face whatever transpired. She was not filled with confidence, however, with the men there. The man who kept referring to himself by his own name was one of those she was worried about. His antics were questionable, but that was the least of her concerns.

Soon, things grew hazy and dense. She looked around the room to spot the others slowly vanishing. No, wait. It was her! It was all of them! She looked down to see her slowly disappear! Panic began to swell in her throat. What did this mean? Was this part of their magic? [color=E395B2]”What magic is this?”[/color] she asked, or begged. She did not want to go. The others appeared to share her feelings on the matter, especially Maeve.

She looked over to Millicent lastly. The one she came here to save and now could do nothing to help. Had she failed in her task? To some, perhaps not. After all Lord Rutherford had perished. But now where were they going? Could it be said that wherever they were disappearing to was worse than what is here now? Colette closed her eyes as she finally accepted it. Resolved, she had vanished along with the others, nothing left behind but her last words. [color=E395B2]”Adieu.”[/color]