<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2321014#msg2321014">Quote from: Faeylin on 08-10-2009, 22:33:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley]<br/><br/>Ivy led her band of girls outside with a cheerful smile. "We're going to have so much fun," she promised them. <br/><br/>The trio exited through the double doors of Avonleigh manor and stumbled into a front lawn covered in sheep. They were absolutely everywhere, bleating madly, and nibbling at the longish grass. The servants were leading several away, around the house. "Oh, are we buying some sheep to raise?" she asked to no one in particular.<br/><br/>Antoine, a few paces away, just giggled. "I think they're going to kill them so we can eat them for supper." For some reason the boy-girl always seemed to tease Ivy and her friends. He, she...whatever! <br/><br/>Antoine was terribly mean, and Ivy's face set in a deep frown in response to his words. "But they're so cute, and...are we really going to eat them?" Several of the sheep came up to the girls, and began to lick their hands and nibble at their dresses. "Oh, shoo!" she tried to chastise them away.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>Sylria</strong>,  Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marcus Dupont, Richard Dupont, Frederick Martin, Kolette de Brest, Gregor Brun, Marie Brun, Ivy Montague, Sylria the Elf, Ashley Browley, Alfreic Slate]<br/><br/>I follow the others out, and then pause, blinking in some surprise at the...impressive number of sheep.  I push one away as the man in armor rides up, and my eyes dilate as my heart starts pounding.  I look at Ivy and speak softly, almost vibrating in some worry. "I...do not know about sheep, but are people like...<em>him</em>common?"<br/><br/>I was barely restraining my urge to run inside and hide from the man.  He looked too much like the warriors that had been chasing me before, and I wasn't ready to deal with ones like him yet.  In fact, I was starting to reconsider coming along, even with Frederick's explanation.