<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">Ashley Browley,</span></strong> with Alfreic Slate in the woods</span><br/><br/>Ashley came to her senses in time to hear Slate comment on her nickname for him and his disdain for it.<br/><br/>Laughing so hard that she snorted in a most unlady like way Ashley retorted,<strong>"Oh, Fury... but I just can't call you Mr. Slate now, unless of course you want to then please do feel free to call me Viscountess Northwood"</strong>Ashley said in an arched voice.<br/><br/>Kicking daintily at the refuse on the ground, Ashley waited a moment then informed,<strong>"Alfreic, there are more soldiers around don't you think?"</strong>Looking at his face, Ashley's eyes, pupils still dilated, held the full impact of her vision and the sicking fear she was so desperately trying to hide.