<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/>I smile back at Imogene, nodding to her. "Good.  I'm glad that things weren't too disturbing from yesterday.  Now, I'd like to talk more, but it seems that it's time to leave."<br/><br/>I awkwardly get into the saddle behind Lillian, frowning as I do so.  I really did not like these creatures, much preferring my own feet for moving about.  They might be slower than horses, but her feet were much more comfortable.  I reluctantly do as she tells me, putting my hands around her waist.  Something about it...made me feel odd, but I did it in spite of my hesitancy.  I didn't want to fall off the horse, after all.  A slightly surprised sound escapes my throat before I clamp it down and refuse to say more.<br/><br/>After a few moments Lillian spoke, and I consider her words.  Was she actually humbled at all?  Likely not.  I speak, trying to time it so that it was not when my...rather abysmal stance caused the horse to jar my spine. "I was planning to come after a conversation with Ashley, Ivy, and...Imogene.  But I do<em>not</em>take well to being given orders, Lady Lillian.  And I will not acquiesce every time."