The sad truth in Frell was that you'd be hard-pressed to find somebody who wasn't affected by the Grey Death in some way. If you didn't have it, chances are you know someone who does... or did. Angie's case was the latter. Both her father and aunt had been claimed by the silent killer, but she wouldn't let the fact ruin her spirits on such a lovely autumn day. She had adopted the habit of traveling into Greenville shortly after her father's death. There was not much to do in the castle after she finished her lessons, and she couldn't sit still to save her life, so some quiet needlework was out of the question. Traveling into town was just the thing, and so she donned on a cloak to protect herself from the chill and began walking. Angie enjoyed these walks, where she had time to daydream without intrusion. Lost in thought, she almost didn't notice the horse galloping in the distance, and threw herself out of the way just in time, but not without some minor scrapes and bruises... "Ooph!" She gingerly picked herself up and dusted her dress off, and peered at the most eager horse rider.