Rita nodded "we should, it's probably a little caravan or a group like ours, out here in the middle of nowhere I doubt it'd be anything more. It could be a circus or some such, wouldn't that be amazing?" Rita beamed at Tristan, she'd only ever heard about such carnivals, she'd only ever read or heard about most things...<br/><br/>"could be dangerous though, what say I check it out before they spot us, when we get close I'll go ahead, then signal back".<br/><br/>Rita wanted to feel useful to the paladin-like woman, she feared that she would be easily replaced by someone else... Tristan often thanked her no when she wanted to help, maybe Rita wasn't good enough.<br/><br/>But she could do this, be Tristans eyes and ears in the darkness. "come this way, that way they won't smell us comming, even if they have sharp noses" she said as she lead Tristan a bit to the right side of the smoke, making sure the wind was in their favour.<br/><br/>As they got close enough that they might be seen, Rita climbed off the massive horse and smiled to Tristan "wait here, I'll be back in a jiffy, listen for my screams in case it goes poorly" she whispered cheerfully as she started sneaking towards the camp.<br/><br/>As Rita approached she heard a light, but sad melody. It got carried on the wind, faint at first, but clearly emanating from the camp, a good sign one would hope.<br/>There was not much natural growth in the hill lands they were travelling across. The winds knocked down anything that became too large, and tore at anything that wasn't behind cover. There were a few stubborn shrubberies here and there though, and the hills were good for sneaking up on people. Rita kept herself low, scurrying through the grass silently, slowing her breathing and finding the path to her pray.<br/><br/>She peeked over the hill, lying on her stomach in the grass, peering down onto a small camp.<br/>She counted six people, all of them elves, or perhaps they were mix-bred, but their incredibly lithe frames and pointy ears told of at least an ancestry amongst the forest people. There were two men and four women among the elves. One of the men had short brown hair and a patchy beard, suggesting at least some human blood.<br/><br/>The six people were all around their twenties and quite beautiful, so much so that it had to in some way be their trade, or were all young elves this gorgeous? Rita admired the six, their form and elegance, even the way they moved seemed unnaturally beautiful, like they were not mortal animals, but rather ethereal, like dancers on stage, or a leaf in the wind.<br/><br/>The elves were gathered around a fire, drinking a bit of wine and having a good time, one of them, the most stunning among them, was an enticing beauty in a green dress and with short auburn hair in a pixie-cut. She played a violin for their party, and the tune caught the wind and Rita enjoyed for a moment. Rita allowed the sound to take her away for a moment, to a lush green forest with trees that towered like giants, larger than any structure, with fay and mystic sylvan creatures welcomming her into the free sanctum.<br/><br/>As Rita lay there, enjoying the sights of the dancing slender figures, her fantasy began to wander, as it often did when she watched people, she wondered what such light creatures looked like under their garments, what it would feel like to feel the pale skin under her fingers, to kiss the stomach and hear the soft moan from her pale slender lips...<br/><br/>Rita was reeled back a little by the sound of her own gasp for breath, elves had sharp ears, she put a hand up against her mouth and found that her cheeks were on fire, she was probably red as a bead right now.<br/><br/>They seemed harmless enough... she should go back to Tristan and tell her. Rita realised she was drooling a bit, she could not take her eyes off of the hypnotic creatures.<br/>Rita was close to getting herself to leave as the female elf who wasn't playing the violin walked a bit away from the others, she lifted her arms around her in an enticing manner and looked back at the others, then in one swift motion she threw off her dress, leaving herself completly naked.<br/><br/>Rita gasped audibly and rolled over on the other side of the hill, trying desperatly to cover up the noise that already escaped her. They might have heard..!<br/><br/>Rita decided to hastily make her way back towards Tristan, she had a hard time sneaking with the same professionalism as before, almost running when she was out of immediate earshot.<br/><br/>She returned gasping to Tristan, looking at the large woman with eyes wide and her face so red that she could pass for an imp.<br/>She took a moment to catch her breath, before she told her friend of the camp, but kept the details of the embarassing details.