"You have excellent taste," Lilliana laughed, stepping closer to the girl and the penned horse.  "This is my father's favorite mare.  He calls her Black Sheba... or the black bitch, depending on the mood he's in." She laughed more freely, as the sort of language didn't come by her often. Neither had riding astried.  Side-saddle or bareback had always been her preferance.<br/><br/>______________________________<br/><br/>"We had appointed a time for the meeting of the family heads to meet." Aldreth grumbled, narrowing his eyes a little in the womans direction.  He clearly didn't like suggestions being lobbed at him.  "But We can find no reason for Us to delay any longer."<br/><br/>"You may be excused Eurich." Thothcapel said quietly to her son, not wishing to inturrupt her husband.  Eurich stood, gave a quick bow to the present company and gestured for the young man to follow him.  As he walked through the crowd, he glanced behind to make sure the gentleman was following him.  Once he had made it out of the crowd, he pulled the slate from under his arm and write rather gracefully : Where would you like to go? Catacombs? Sitting room? Outside?