(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)<br/><br/><strong>OOC:</strong>The sounds of bleating come from a herd of sheep in the front yard of Avonleigh. There must be nearly a hundred of them. Some of the servants are speaking with an older, male shepard, and Frederick Martin is outside as well. Inside, the grand breakfast is almost wrapping up. Most of the characters are inside eating at the moment.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The breakfast was wonderful. Lily's servants were trained to meet her needs for extravagance, and the morning's feast clearly supported that fact. Sweet rolls, smoked hams, pastries from Port-a-Lucine; sweet grain porridge, fresh fruit, and very perishable berries; all of this and more graced the table, and it was brought in slowly, over time, like a multiple course meal. Various personalities chittered and chattered, and it was clear than much of the household would be joining in for Frederick Martin's hunt. Some of the men were going on about how nice it would be to have some fresh, wild meat.<br/><br/>Outside, the sound of bleating grew more and more intense. Those near one of the house's fine windows caught sight of sheep outside, in the front yard of Avonleigh. The noise grew more and more bothersome over time, however, and it threatened to ruin the good mood of the morning.<br/><br/>(http://img33.imageshack.us/img33/6530/storypost.jpg)