<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 grimmaced at the thought of eating the wee beasties, although she did love lamb with a good chutney.  Just not one of these particular lambs.<br/>A lamb began to lick her outstretched hand, laughing at the feeling, she patted its head with her free hand.<br/><br/>"Imogene! you've decided to come, Ashley walked over and hugged her friend.  I love your bloomers as well!  Would that I had a pair!"  Ashley stepped back so that others could great Genie.<br/><br/>'Those pants would be wonderful to ride in.' Ashley mused to herself.  She hoped she would get a good hunter.  Although she hated to hunt, she loved to ride and longed for the feel of a magnificent horse under her, loving the control and feel of the smoothness of the gate and the precision and perfect balance as she and the horse as one take jumps.  She relished in the even pace, the knowing exactally when to jump the horse, the cleanness of the jump.  That is, she frowned to herself, if she even gets a chance to ride a good horse.  Usually, the men gobbled up the best rides, but she could get lucky as Lilly loved to ride and had made sure in the past that all the women had magnificent mounts as well.<br/><br/>Feeling the excitement flood through her at the thought of riding, Ashley turned toward her companions, "Ivy, will you be doing and hunter-jumping for fun for awhile?  Or you Sylria?  And Genie, I'm hoping you feel well enough to ride!"