<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IzKNJv3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong><strong>Jacqueline de Fronsac</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307047.msg14944687#msg14944687)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Charlotte, Saloon<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Blue Walking Dress, Leather Boots and Gloves, Fancy Hat<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Good Life Decisions<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Mists were as thick as she'd ever seen them, maybe thicker, and this was a woman who had laid eyes on the dark mists in old forests where her family held land. Jacqueline had always liked going there to shoot at wolves who were harassing their holdings, preferring her bow to the nosier weapons to the day. When the mists were thick like this, one could almost swear the wolves stood on two legs. The thought sent a shiver through her, but sadly not a cold shiver. Jacqueline would have gladly traded terror for a drop in temperature at the moment.<br/><br/>She was rather delighted to hear so many ladies, so many exceptionally gorgeous ladies for that matter, agree to her proposal.<br/><br/>"Well then." She said, standing decisively. "I think we shall be off."<br/><br/>Jacqueline followed the others briskly, obviously miserable in the state of full dress. It was rather spooky the way that persons turned into vague silhouettes with only a few feet between her and them, but it wasn't anything she hadn't experienced before. Ladies of the de Fronsac family, especially those who are the only female child of their generation, grow used to being the target of strange shapes in the darkness, and their nerves are all the more steeled for it. Or so Jacqueline told herself.<br/><br/>"Is every pleasure cruise so miserable?" She asked impatiently, staring up at the blanket of fog that served as a sky as if pleading it to burst open into rain or wind. "Or has my good fortune smiled on me once more?" She spoke sarcastically, the voice of a woman used to a life of disappointments.