<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2382098#msg2382098">Quote from: Chelemar on 26-10-2009, 12:41:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.45em;"><strong>Ashley</strong> </span><strong>at the camp  The Hunt [Marcus Dupont, Frederick Martin, Viktor Martin, Kolette de Brest, Antoine LaFleur, Bella,]</strong><br/>...<br/>Finally seeing smoke, an exhausted and bedraggled Ashley rode into camp. She's totally unaware of the picture she presents, her hair has completely fallen, tear stains steak her face, and mud, dirt and blood streak the front of her riding habit.  Her nails, cracked and broken tip cut and brushed hands.  All she realizes is that to her dismay, the man she is looking for is not there.<br/>...<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://img444.imageshack.us/img444/1025/estelle.jpg)</div><strong>Estelle d'Attaine,</strong>The Camp [Richard Dupont & Estelle]<br/><br/>Estelle sat on Richard Dupont's lap, her lips pressed against his own as they kissed. They were oblivious to Ashley's arrival, but a female servant cleared her throat, as if to announce the young noblewoman. Estelle giggled as she turned to look at Ashley. Her blouse was unbuttoned, and one strap of her chemise top hung at the side of her shoulder.<br/><br/>"Ashley, are you okay," she asked finally, when she realized how dirty and disheveled the girl was. She hadn't known Ashley, long, but her appearance seemed uncharacteristic. "Where are your two playmates? Did you three get into trouble, or anything?<br/><br/>Richard echoed her concern. "Do you need our help, Miss Ashley?"