<strong>Lady Marie d'Astineau</strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie, Marie, and Deirdre]<br/><br/>Marie's heart stirred with the apprehension and daring that was knotting tighter around these soldiers. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and the recognition in them showed danger and regret.<br/><br/>"You were lucky to escape..." She came up to the woman on foot, stopping a couple yards away from her and reining in her horse.<br/><br/>"... but I don't know if help may be found from this estate." Her eyes shifted to make out the servant's progress in following them, if any, before turning back to Deirdre. Settling the horse with her hands, she shifted and dismounted without ceremony, walking up to her with the bridle in hand.<br/><br/>"Were they Falkovnians?" Lady Marie looked over Deirdre, checking to see if she was wounded or otherwise harried.