<strong>Ashley Browley Front Lawn of Avonleigh</strong>[Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell]<br/><br/><br/>Ashley frowed at the large and rather disgusting loud man seated in front of them all, then gave him her back as he was no concern of hers.  Wanting to comfort her friends, she scowled, "Trust Victor to claim his friendship." Answering Sylria,  Ashley waved her hand and whispered, "Oh fiddle on him, he is likely a great blowhard.  We will soon be shut of him once we mount and start.  Let's not let him ruin our day.  Come Genie, there is the girl with our picnic luncheon."  Ashley motioned to her sleepyheaded friend to move closer.  "Now who is not going to do any fast riding or jumping today?"  She queried.  "I long to, but will give it up to carry the luncheon if you all wish to ride hard and jump as well."  Ashley looked at her friends and waited for their answers.