<div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/2412/antoinettelafluer.jpg)</div><strong>Antoine</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun]<br/><br/>The dashing young man, far prettier than handsome, slipped from the wide doors of Avonleigh with a giggle. "I'm so looking forward to the hunt! But what are all these dreadful beasts doing in the front lawn," he waved his hand dismissively at the sheep. When one got too close, he kicked at it, more for show than effect. "Shoo! Shoo, you filthy animal!" he yelled, trying to encourage a smelly ram to move elsewhere.<br/><br/>"Oh, Kolette, my darling," he said, prancing up beside her and placing a petite kiss on her cheek. "Do you have my sweet buns?" he asked, with a naughty, little giggle. "I am so hungry after that long night of..umm," and here he giggled, "well, that long, long restful sleep, of course." He yawned, waving a hand briskly at his lips.<br/><br/>"So we're going riding today, hmm? I hope I get to ride a stallion." Antoine slipped his hand into Kolette's, their fingers mixing and interlacing. "No offense, of course, dear. I just think I've had plenty of mares, with the carriage ride and all. You absolutely must agree with me! A little stallion here and there is always refreshing." He giggled again. "Hey, if there's only one, we could always share!"