That feathery tickle at the back of your mind, causing the hair on your neck to stand; Millicent felt this as she listened to the woman, Raven.<br/><br/>The tickle, caused by Kell's Magick to attempt the memory loss, caused her to giggle. Sure, they shook hands and she had a tour, however, things always didn't work the way planned.<br/><br/>Kell may have tasted her skin but he was not about to taste her mind.<br/><br/>Many things could affect the Fallen; earthly wounds become fatal, she not immune to such, nor immune to such Magick as Isolde's spell. Millicent gave a part of herself for such spell; toying with her mind, well, that wasn't about to happen with voodoo.<br/><br/>Biting at her lower lip, a wide smile upon her face, she offers to Kell two gifts: the first a warm hello that she still remembers he and his hidden valley of Eden, and the second a friendly warning. Kell a genuinely fine man and with a caring heart, she simply needs to reassure and set boundaries that his waggling will not be tolerated towards her, without permission.<br/><br/>She decides that since he was so sweet with a kiss, she would return one.<br/><br/>Millicent's lips pull into a pucker and she blows a kiss, a lone shadow quickly darting after it as though a frog catching a fly. With a wink, she nods and points to the door, her arms crossing in front of her. The shadow slinks off under the door to the vent they left from earlier.<br/><br/>Quickly, it finds the men at the table, snaking up Kell's leg and sitting upon his shoulder as if to strike. As the man sits and speaks, Millicent's shadowy minion 'strikes', planting the kiss against the soft flesh of his cheek. Order 1, complete.<br/><br/>Now, the shadow extends into a long rope, a simple illusion, and it curls around the man's neck, fitting of a noose. His warning, order 2, complete. It remains, rippling in an eerie fashion restlessly.<br/><br/>Millicent is aware when the shadow obeyed her, even from afar. She immediately relaxes again, brow furrowing as Raven suggests they leave Isolde's. Millicent does not question this, however wonders where the woman could possibly know that would be 'safe', as they all think. The Dark King, finds everyone, eventually.<br/><br/>She closes her eyes, inhaling deeply, as her ethereal form takes back it's human body, batting her eyes, she moves behind Isolde, whispering in her ear. She nods to Isolde with a smile, now moving behind Jarvan, offering a reassuring squeeze to his shoulder, and finally finds Raven.<br/><br/>Millicent places her right palm between the woman's shoulder blades, taking in Raven's aura, then leaning to her cheek. Warm breaths offer a gentle, yet firm tone with Raven's soft skin, giving insight. "You harbor darkness as well, yet offer a means to help others. Trust is a difficult gift, however, I sense your<br/>pain and struggle. Your story we must know, m'lady. And if a safe haven you know, and can make it to, I suppose we could follow."<br/><br/>Millicent looks into Isolde's gaze, lips taut to express a "what else can we do?" silent gesture, reiterated with a shrug. She then looks at Jarvan and speaks, "I'm Millicent, pleased to meet. No worries, aye? I'd like to think you will be our protector if this lass gets unruly?"<br/><br/>Millicent offers a nod, her head still dizzy, standing tall now as she proceeds to the back room, hands swiping at her face. She waited for Isolde to join her, they to pack and move with Raven.