<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">(http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j164/chachi9/ashley2-1.jpg)<br/>Ashley, carriage 2 (bella, emily)<br/> <br/>Hating being incapacitated in any way, frets that she could at least try and offer some aide to her dear friends and the stricken Sebastian. Sitting forward as an idea comes to her, Ashley gently but firmly insists to Bella "Dear Lady, your kind care has rendered this small scratch quite well. In fact, I hardly notice it." Ashley rises to her knees as she muses, "All is well with us in here, but not out there; we must tender our aide, and I know we have just the thing." Reaching one hand under the seat behind her, Ashley pulls out an oblong hardwood box. She pulls out the French wine chest. The chest, made of rich white Oak, is an oblong box fixed to gliding legs that allows the wine box to sway with the carriage so as not to bang the glass bottles together. Reaching inside, Ashley chooses a Cabernet sauvignon, hoping that the strength of the red will revive the prostrate Ivy and help freshen the blood of the brave ‘Bastian. Grabbing two crystal goblets from the side box and a making sure she has some smelling salts in her reticule, she nods her chin feeling ready.<br/>She shoos Bella away from her side, and gingerly works her way toward the carriage door. Stepping lightly so as not to jar her side, she sees the injured Bastian trying to lift the prostrate Ivy into the carriage. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Suddenly, as if dropping from the very sky like a crazed Valkyrie, Lily was at the carriage screaming at flailing at Sebastian and calling him a fiend.  In the frenzy of concern for her sister, Lily seemed not to recognize her own good Smith and the kindness he was doing Ivy. Trying to calm Lily and allow Sebastian to get Ivy a more delicate place to recover, Ashley stepped forward and gently called to Lily, "Lily dear, Ivy has merely fainted from the sight of blood.  She is quite well. The good Smith here is but helping Ivy to the carriag.  Ashley kept speaking in a calm and soothing tone, keeping eye contact with Lily.  Giving Lily a small smile she asks, "Do you not recognize our kind Mr. <strong> Archambault, the Smith traveling with us? "  </strong></span>