<strong>Katrina d'Errineiu</strong>, Carriage #3 [Kolette de Brest, Antoine"tte" LaFleur, Estelle d’Attaine, Viktor Martin, Justine Sade]<br/><br/>Lady Katrina had started the journey bored. Long coach journeys were an inevitable intrusion into her life, of course, if she was ever going to go anywhere interesting. But she was not one for sitting still, for being trapped for hours in one small, moving room.<br/><br/>At least on this journey the company was pleasant enough. Kolette and Antoine/Antoinette were as close friends as Kat had, and their gossip could keep her amused for the trip; Viktor was likewise fine company, though Kat saw perhaps too much of herself in the gentleman. And Estelle, though no lady, was nonetheless a charming conversationalist. Justine, on the other hand, Kat saw more unusual sport in; perhaps, she thought, she might amuse herself by steering the conversation in the carriage in directions that the more innocent young lady might find a little risque for her tastes? Justine was the most pious lady of her acquaintance, and it might be fun to provoke her a little.<br/><br/>Outside, the greenery rolled past at quite a pace under the bright Spring sun. The carriage rolled smooth as it might on the road, and the time slipped by as well as it could. She was still bored, and the temptation to taunt Justine grew stronger as the hours and miles passed; she resisted with an effort, contemplating the miles ahead and the awkwardness a scene might cause.<br/><br/>“So, my gentle friends,” Kat leaned forward a little, seeking a new topic beyond fashions in the capital to distract her, “One hears all manner of things about the fine new home our Lady Lillian's family has acquired; that it is a fine home indeed – or was once, at least. I am quite sure our friend would not have invited us to dance in a ruin, but how well do you think it will have weathered the years?”<br/><br/>“Does anyone of us know anything of the state of Avonleigh? I confess I myself have heard only rumours... some of which do not bare repeating.” The last was said with a little smile, a hint at the mysterious.