Lilliana shook herself off and gestured for the group of women to follow.  Those who didn't would simply remain in the hall.  She wasn't going to beg or plead for their company, but would very much enjoy it.  She stepped lightly along the short hall  out into the foyer and into the front lawn.  It was well manicured and flowers were planted everywhere.  Hedges trimmed the pathways.<br/><br/>She swiftly took the path that led from the front green to the stables.  The night was, in her opinion, very mild.  Through the fabric of her dress and chemise, she couldn't feel the air, but on her face it was cool and refreshing.  Her cheeks had been warmer than their usual icy chill as a result of the harsh blush.  But now that she was outside and  with just a few girls.  Soon,  she'd be astride her most beloved horse and ride the wind again.