<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2329481#msg2329481">Quote from: Myrleena on 11-10-2009, 23:51:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Sylria</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br/><br/>When she 'asked' me to share her mount, my own mood went...downhill.  I look at her for a few moments, obviously considering like it <em>had</em> been a question, and then reply. "I suppose so, Lady Montague.  I wouldn't want to inconvenience any others, though perhaps I should just stay behind."<br/><br/>I slowly walk toward her, knowing that she wouldn't want my latter option.  She was too stubborn for that.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate, Imogene Campbell, Lillian Montague, Bella]<br/><br/>Lillian smirked a bit as she watched the elf respond to her. It was clear that Sylria didn't want to come, that she didn't want to ride with Lily, and yet she was doing exactly that. It pleased Lily immensely when people did just as she asked. Of course Sylria wasn't really her cousin, but Lily had said it was so, and just like that it had become a fact.<br/><br/>Her hand wrapped around Sylria's wrist, and she helped to pull the elven girl up into her saddle. "That's it, just behind me," she said. She could feel Sylria's thin body in the saddle, up against her now. She adored the warmth of being so close to the exotic girl. "Don't be shy," she added, turning to look over her shoulder at Sylria. "Put your hands around my waist, and hold on tight. It wouldn't do for you to fall off."<br/><br/>Kicking the heels of her riding boots into the side of her mare, Lillian directed the beast into a slow, measured walk. Her horse was indeed magnificent, and more than that, it was completely loyal and obedient to Lillian Montague. As they moved toward the men at the front of the procession, she turned and spoke again to Sylria. "I...Thank you, Sylria, for coming." Lily's voice, always so confident, held something else in its depths. The tiniest bit of humility, maybe? "It means a lot to me."