[Blitzkrieg]

Chantal Prevot was a young woman wise beyond her years. With a keen eye and a good sense of people, the femme was likely all too practical for her age of nineteen. Having a tendency to come off quite brashly to those who do not know her well, her good looks are a blessing, as the beauty oftentimes distracts from her blunt and opinionated manner.

From the time when her father had only just taken in Nicolas as his own, she had been at the male's side to guide him. Of course he was a kind soul, forgiving, and had a big enough heart, but his naivety would have more than likely taken its toll by now if it hadn't been for Chantal.

Even on this day she knew of Nicolas' duties, and was getting ready quite promptly to meet him and provide herself as a sort of escort to keep an eye on the monk. He no longer lived in their manner, but that of course wouldn't keep the femme away. Too preoccupied pinning up her many golden locks into a bun, Chantal paid little mind to the sunrise nor anything else for that matter.

Upon dressing herself in a tightly clinching corset and rather simple blue dress which complimented her icy eyes, she was on her way, properly saying goodbye to her father before hurrying out of the house to meet with Nicolas. As stubborn as she was, there was no deterring her from his side. And despite the femme being younger than her foster brother, one might not be able to tell with her usual demeanor.

[Guh, trying to get a feel for it. If you need more to work with just let me know where she could meet Nicolas.]