<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;"><strong>Ashley</strong> (Imogene, Ivy, at the Glen)</span><br/><br/>Ashley didn't see the man get pulled into the water.  She was still kneeling next to the axe she had dropped with her face buried in her hands.  Lifting her head when Imogene spoke to her name, she turned toward the young girl beside her.  While Imogene would see her friend, she would no longer see a young girl for all traces of that Ashley had been wiped away with one thrust.  The face turned now towards Imogene's held the sharp angles and planes of a woman.  Her eyes had a knowing in them and lips that had been quick to smile seemed thinner somehow.<br/><br/>Ashley murmured, "We need to get dressed and get out of here."   Standing quickly, she strode towards her clothes as though nothing had happened.  She pulled on her bloomers and shoved her hands into her soft corset, but threw her whalebone corset into the lake.  She looked back to where Ivy and Imogene were.  "We need to leave now."  She repeated in the same matter of fact tone she had used a moment ago.  If her eyes registered the bruises or blood on either of her friends, she would have to admit the blood that stained her own thighs, and that was not possible.