[h3]Artemisia de Chauret[/h3]

With the matter of Annabelle’s scandalous dress settled for the time being –Artemisia certainly wasn’t charitable enough to give the stranger a fashion makeover—she settled into a more comfortable position, shrugging as the broken but pretty man passed on the potion. 	

“Ah.”

It seemed Cecilia was a little more friendly than she thought. In any other situation, Artemisia wouldn’t have given even a passing amount of attention to the urchin boy that had inadvertently brought down hell on their party. Forcing a smile, she gave a token nod to the boy, but raised an eyebrow as he stammered his greeting. A bit pitiful, really…

But apparently Cecilia was totally into his type. Suppressing the urge to scoff as the noble girl ruffled the little urchin’s hair, she settled with rolling her eyes as the Cecilia closed in on her prey. 

“We’ll have time to continue the picnic later,” she agreed with Annabelle, spoiling the other noble’s fun. By the time Cecilia kicked up her spear and nobly offered to lead the way, Artemisia was already remounted and checking on her horse. 

“Didn’t seem like you needed help getting up before.”