The young Aviari pulled the Ramen forwards past streams of water marbled by the brilliant sunlight as they walked past the edge of the cliffed platforms. The girl reached out for the crystal clear droplets of life, her feathered fingers wettened by the clear liquid in a playful display of youthful innocence. It all made the large village of the birdpeople look so beautiful, how could sunlight, broken across the back of rushing waters, be so beautiful?<br/><br/>Suddenly a voice rose from behind them, and a tall, slender looking woman appeared from behind the trees. She had the most brilliant blue eyes, matching the eyes of Twinkle in every way and form, betraying the obvious fact that it was her mother that had been near and watching her naive and playful daughter meet one of the outsiders. The Aviari mum looked stunning, bearing a deep copper-coloured feathered skin, a deeper hue then the golden feathers of her young daughter. She was barely dressed, if one could call the dozen strings of beads draped around her neck, clothing. The stones bared every colour of the rainbow, reflecting the sunlight in all those beautiful hues upon her own feathers, making her look more radiant then anyone could imagine. She smiled, with a smile so bright that even the darkest mind could not think that this woman would have any hurtful thoughts about them at all. In a second, Twinkle turned round, she began to twitter and whistle in their own language with her mother, before she looked back at her Ramen and dragged him with all that she was worth towards the Coppercoloured woman standing a few feet away from them.<br/><br/><b>''This be a Ramen! They be so much cooler then tha humans. He be having claws, and ten- tenta- tentacly thingies and spikes! He be so cool, and he wants to see our weapons mid''</b><br/><br/>The woman unfolded her hands and knelt down to the level of her child as she took the little things face in her hands and pressed her forehead gently against  that of Twinkles. She held it there, looking into her daughters eyes before she let go and looked back up again, facing the Ramen her child was so evidently excited about.<br/><br/><b>''Welcome, stranger. I hope my child was not of burden to you?''</b><br/><br/>----------- Donchen ------------------<br/><br/>Birini, the woman holding up the Vulpari in her arms, pressing her wet and hardened nipples into his back blushed deeply as she listened to the fox's reply. She looked over at Nala and twittered in their own language as if to discuss what they should reply to him. Ah'ma, the one who had been the most frisky, did not care for the blushing comments and stuttering words of her newfound toy. She continued to massage and rub the pixuedust out of the Vulpari's fur, clacking her tongue and slowly fiddling with his pants once more as if she wanted to slip her fingers underneath the rim of the mans pants.<br/><br/>Nala however had finished her words with her sister and now turned her attention once more to the Vulpari, speaking in a soft and mesmerizing melodic voice, whispering her words into the twitching wet ears of the fox.<br/><br/><b>'' We want to make you feel good. You want us to make you feel good, yes yes? We go if you want, but we want to stay and rub you. You can rub us to, yes yes?''</b><br/><br/>----------- Darion ---------------<br/><br/>The feeling of his hands upon Alapha's body made her chirp of joyful pleasure, a soft moan that sounded more like the twitter of a bird then the lust-filled sounds of a woman. It encouraged both women to be more daring with their own explorations of the humans skin. Bit by bit they stripped the warrior of his clothes until only his britches remained in place. Alapha, the oldest of the two, let herself gently slide into the water, her arms still resting on the platform that was hanging mere inches above the surface. The blue feathered beauty kicked her feet in the water in a slow and steady rhythm, making her full breasts bob up and down the surface of the water, giving the warrior a glimpse of her hardened nipples each time they resurfaced. She smiled with a most devious smile, licking her lips and winking slyly as if to say something about her teasingly flirting behaviour.<br/><br/>Bethatha on the other hand, rolled her eyes at the lewd and obvious flirting behaviour of her sister. Nevertheless the qeustion of the man about her beads made her blush more then anything one would expect from a necklace. It definitely made the older one of the two laugh when the young woman had to answer the qeustion as well. The beads still laid in the younger ones lap, as bethatha's hands were moving in soft circular motions over the warriors back, slowly finding it's way to his hips and thighs. Her hands were hesitating as she rubbed the scented oil to the inside of his legs, her blush deepened the more her fingers neared the twitching bulge in his pants.<br/><b><br/>
'' The beads...''</b><br/><br/>She began slowly, not sure if to finish her sentence or not. It didn't matter anyway, as her sister trew her head back and laughed out loud of her younger sisters prude behaviour.<br/><br/><b>''They be meant for pleasure, warrior. We use them when we want to play''</b><br/><br/>Alapha had answered the warriors qeustion, as she did, she moved closer to Darions legs, resting her hands upon his knees and her head in his lap.<br/><br/>------------ Verita --------------------<br/><br/>Verita sat by herself at the end of the table, watching the large array of different fruits and roots displayed before her on the trunk-like table. Once again she felt as though she'd been thrown beyond the circuit of what was possible. She had journeyed, for the first time in her life, outside of the borders of the safe mountains of which her village had resided in. She had witnessed and expierenced danger, been rescued by a knight, and safely brought home by a bird. And now she found herself staring across the innumerable foods she had never before seen in her life, with a stomach rumbling of hunger.<br/><br/>Trying not to give her fast changing life a second thought, she reached out for the first root before her and gently nibbled onto the pink-like vegetable with the tips of her teeth. A sensation of the sweetest juices exploded into her mouth, the liquids that came from the exotic root dribbled over her lips down to her chin as she greedily chomped down on the food for more. She could not believe how delicious the thing tasted, and as soon as the root was finished she reached out for another one, a deeper green colour this time. Hoping it would taste just as divine as the previous piece of food, she bit off a big chunk from the middle of the think, oval-shaped veggie and found herself grimacing of the strong sour-tasting flavour. Her face was pulled in a strange, hilarious poses as she tried to swallow the horribly flavoured sour food down her throat, coughing and wheezing after the chunk had finally slid down her gullet, she sought for some water on the table to wash away the flavour she disliked so much.<br/><br/>She hoped nobody had seen her mistake, or her strange behaviour as she tried to pull herself together and watched the others prepare themselves to tell the tales of their lives. It was not like she could tell them anything interesting, having already understood that even the younger looking Aviari must be at least a few decades older then her already.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>