<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2376814#msg2376814">Quote from: Myrleena on 24-10-2009, 23:50:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br/><br/>I sigh and get onto the back of the horse, not liking it, but getting on anyway.  I reply as we start back, soft and a little resigned. "I don't know how well that would work, considering.  I believe that it will always haunt me.  But we shall see."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf & Lillian Montague]<br/><br/>"Sylria, maybe that's why we have to have the seance," she said as the wind rushed across them both. "Maybe the ghosts of the dead will have some answers for you. What if you really aren't here at Avonleigh, just by chance?"<br/><br/>For the next twenty minutes, Lily spoke of nothing else. Are there really ghosts? What are they made of? Did they cause her to have that one heated dream, several years ago...the one with those two actresses? Could they control people? What did it feel like to be possessed? The questions were non-stop, and Lily hardly seemed phased when Sylria couldn't answer some of them.<br/><br/>They were back at Avonleigh before Sylria knew it, and Lillian had helped the elven girl down off the horse. "We should go straight to the library and do some reading on seances, don't you think? I mean, if we're going to host one, maybe tomorrow evening, then...well, we better know what we're doing, shouldn't we?" She laughed as she skipped up the porch stairs, and through the front doors of Avonleigh; a servant held them open for the pair of girls. "And, are you hungry, Sylria? I'm starving!"<br/><br/>"Aimee!" she called out. "Where are you, Aimee. Sylria and I need food. Something delicious and exquisite." The young woman appeared swiftly, and nodded her assent as she scurried off to do her mistress's bidding. "Shall we?" asked Lillian, nodding up the stairs, and quite likely implying that she would like to head up to the library.