“A new childe, how interesting.”  Her eyes drifted again about the place, something seemed to be distracting her. “Do you know anything about them?” Millicent tried to appear interested …then she giggled a little, “Oh Ma’am my surname is not Mandy…its Carter-Howard.” Indeed though rather strangely attired the young woman did have a somewhat crisp home counties accent and appeared to be extremely well spoken.<br/><br/>“So Ms Stephenson, why are you here might I ask, business or pleasure?”  She twisted some of the varying pieces of jewellery on her fingers.  Most of the rings were rather intriguing and unusual; they seemed to fit with her somehow though. “I don’t really like these …uhhrm…” Again something caught her eyes before she finished the sentence. “Yes…no I do not like them very much.”<br/><br/>The was something about the falseness of such events made her so uncomfortable. Some of her rather wild red curls fell over her face then for a little while Millicent left them there for a while enjoying seeing this even from behind russet curtains. Finally she brushed them away.<br/>