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The Slayer: Thank you. Jocelyn will come closer to Dorian in the next chapter. I promise.

Jocelyn slowed her horse as she reached the white manor. It loomed in front of her like a giant white hippo. It was simple yet elegant. She heard the sound of hooves behind her. Turning in the saddle she saw Dorian on a toffee palomino. He smiled at her.

'I win.' She triumphantly grinned at him.

'Because I let you.'

'Whatever.'

She slid out of the saddle and landed on the hard African soil. Her skirts fell onto the sand from their place on the saddle. Dorian leant forward so his face was next to Jocelyn's.

'Could you hold her reigns so I can dismount?'

'Err; I think it's a guy.'

She held his horse's reigns for him as he jumped out of his saddle.

'What makes you say that?'

Jocelyn laughed a pointed at the under side.

'That.'

They both started laughing until a very flustered Tom arrived with the rest of the League. He looked at Jocelyn and Dorian and steadied his mustang.

'So who won?'

'I did.' 'She did.' They said in unison.

Mina smiled, glad at last that they were getting on. Quatermain led them into the cool interior of the manor. They were each given time to adjust to their new rooms. Jocelyn unpacked her limited affects. She liked the room with its light green walls and the white hangings on the bed. She decided to adventure round the manor. Jocelyn walked out into the gardens. She had a marvellous view of the sea in all its mid-afternoon glory. She felt two strong hands on her shoulders. She turned to find Quatermain standing behind her, looking out at the ocean.

'So,' he started rather self consciously, 'What do you think of Africa so far.'

'Well it's hotter than Ireland. A the sea is so beautiful.'

He chuckled.

'You seem to be getting on with Gray better.'

'Mmm, He is much better than my true father. Allan do the horses we rode up on belong to you?'

'Yes. Why?'

'I was wondering if I could go for a ride.'

'Of course you can. Would you like some accompaniment?'

'No thank you. I think I shall be fine.'

She embraced Allan and gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek. Jocelyn then made her way back to her room. There she changed into a thin pale green, cotton dress and riding boots. She pulled her hair out of the severe bun and tied it in a very loose pony tail. She walked down to the stables and saddled her black stallion. As she rode out of the gates she brought the horse up to a steady trot.

'You need a name.' she said to the horse.

When the horse didn't reply, not that she was expecting it to, she carried on.

'I think Eris is a cool name. I think it's Irish.'

'Does your horse reply back because so far mine doesn't.' said an amused voice behind her.

Jocelyn stopped her horse and swivelled round to look at the other rider. He was quite tall, well at least she guessed he was. He had dark hair that was a little shorter than Dorian's. He was smiling.

'He doesn't reply but the conversation is better than some I've experienced.'

He laughed. 'I'm Alexander Moriarty and you are?'

That name rang a bell but she couldn't put a finger on it.

'I am Jocelyn Gray.'

'Ah, pleased to meet you. Have you been in Africa long?'

'No we arrived this morning and I decided to go for a ride.'

'I have lived here for about three years with my mother.'

'Shall we move into the shade the heat is quite strong?'

They walked their horses into the shade of a baobob tree. They stayed in their saddles and continued the conversation.

'Who are you staying with?' He asked.

'My mother and father, Dorian and Wilhelmina Gray, my grandfather Allan Quatermain and my uncles Henry, Tom and Rodney. We live in my grandfather's manor on the hill.

'Ah, I know. That house hasn't been lived in for years.'

'Do you have the time?' she asked.

'Yes,' he pulled out a silver pocket watch. 'It is twenty minutes to five o'clock.'

'Oh dear. I'm really sorry I have to go. My family will be worried. It has been nice talking to you. Good evening Mr Moriarty.'

He bowed his head.

'Good evening Miss Gray.'

Jocelyn wheeled Eris round and galloped off towards the manor. The sun was beginning to wane and the light was beginning to fade. She rode as hard as she could get Eris to go. As she entered the stables she jumped out of the saddle and ushered Eris into her paddock. She then ran into the house and hurtled threw the corridors trying to get to the dining room in time for dinner. Finally she reached the grand oak doors that lead into the room. She flung them open and came face to face with her whole 'family' looking expectantly at her.

'I. am. so. sorry.' She gasped.

'Where have you been?' asked Dorian sounding quite irritated.

She sat down in the only vacant chair and caught her breath before she relayed her story.

'Well I went for a ride and I met a young man-'

'What?' interrupted Dorian.

'I met a young man who was riding the same way as me.' She said in a voice that one would use to a stubborn five year old.

'What was his name?' asked Quatermain trying to keep peace.

'I don't remember his last name but his first was Alexander.'

With that she sat down and began to pick at the food in front of her.

'I don't know if you know Jocelyn, but it is indecent to talked to a man that you have not been formally introduced to by a male family member.' Said Mina.

'I am sorry mother. I shall not forgert that next time.'

The rest of the meal continued in silence until as they finished their desserts.

'A dance is to be held at the club tomorrow and we have all been invited.' Said Quatermain, 'Perhaps you can introduce us to this Alexander person and meet others in this area. What do you all think?'

The League murmured replys of agreement except for Jocelyn who sat there with an uncomfortable expression etched on her face.

'Is something wrong Joss?' asked Sawyer.

'I don't know how to dance.'

A/N A bit of a sucky ending but hey-ho watcha gonna do 'bout it. Please review.

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