Eponine finally let go of Razors claws, but her hand never wondered too far away from his form. Her lithe slender fingers, clutched tightly around the hem of his crimson robes as they were being lead into the deeper parts of the small village. They were being told and shown around by Tama about the village and it's way, even about how the houses were made. According to the little fellow, Eponine was the first human in 17 years to visit their village, because of their normally destructive ways and unhealthy nature they were not invited over that much. The priestess wondered why they were so kind to her, and was about to ask if any other creatures visited, until she watched an incredibly tall and beautiful elf crawl on hands and knees out of the little doorway of the house they stopped in front of. Eponine was dead silent, her knuckles white of holding on so tightly to Razors robes, as she watched every little detail of the woman as the elf got back to her feet.<br/><br/>''De only reason we let ya' into our village, be a'cuz uh Namia.  If she wuzn't here, we would not gots let ya' inside uh our village. But since she be de protecto' uh our sucka's, she be very curious about yo' tale. We watched ya' enta' our domain many hours befo'e, while ya' wuz still flyin' on de Kapuh'-dragon. 'S coo', bro. But fust ya' kin rest in our geust-crib, and gots some bustfast if ya' wish.. ''<br/><br/>The elf merely folded her hands together and graciously bend down onto one knee to greet both the Ramen and Eponine before she spoke in a very soft and lilling tone.<br/><br/>''I will see to it that you will not be in harmsway as long as you reside in this village. It is protected by magic, old and ancient runes that not even the Kaiser has been able to decipher. But first, we will see to it that someone will tend to your wounds young girl and her protector. And if you follow me, I will show you the home Tama was talking about. It is surely much easier to get into that, then the one you have just seen me come out off..''<br/><br/>Namia chuckled, as she very well seemed to know how amusing the sight must have been to watch such a graceful creature as an elf get down onto her knees in order to enter a tiny little doll-house. Razor and Eponine were being lead through the crooked ways of the village again, which rather seemed to feel more like a town then anything else. Whenever the girl would gaze upwards, she would see round wooden homes, expertly disguised between the branches of the trees, apparently the fox-people did not only live underground in the hills, but up in the highest trees as well. Or they seemed to be some sort of watchposts, she had not decided it yet. Too afraid to ask Tama, she just kept quiet and walked on, until they finally reached a little dome-shaped house that was certainly twice the size of any of the homes they walked past in their little trip.<br/><br/>Upon entering, the elf had to bend over in order not to knock her head only Eponine seemed short enough to be able to walk on in straight up, she was greeted by the warmth and cosiness of a real family home. Something the young priestess had never had, since she had only known the cold and cleanlyness of the monastery, the sober decorations and the absence of family portraits and such. She could not help but feel so jealous, and so warmed by the fact these people invited her into their homes. Her depressing thoughts were soon eradicated, as a somewhat older looking and quite chubby Vulpari woman came waggling down the halway, clutching a pan and a wooden spoon as she swayed around with it in the air.<br/><br/>''Who dares t'enta' my crib at dis unholy hour uh de day? ah' am still busy cookin' fo' yo' food miss Kamia! Right on! How could ya' dink ah' wuz already finished, and mah' boys is still asleep too! Jes hang loose, missy. De lazy no-baaaad buggers uh de night gots been huntin' birds around town again, o' tryin' t'catch some glimpse fum ya' elven behind. Oh ya'.... ''<br/><br/>It was then that she wiped the spoon, which seemed to have some strange but deliciously sweet smelling dark brown substance on it, off of her skirt and watched Eponine and the Ramen with a curious eye. She almost looked apologetic when she continued brambling on.<br/><br/>''I dun did not know ya' wuz brin'in' guests in yo' crib Namia! Right on! If ah' had knode ah' would gots made da damn extra beds fo' ya'. Oh joy, I've not seen some Ramen since decades! Is dis some male o' some dudette? If it be a she, ah' hope she loves cookin'. De last one ya' brought in here gave me so's many wondrous recipes uh de old wo'ld, ah' still use dem t'dis day! Oh where is my manners? Fine t'meet ya', Kamia's guests. Mah' name be Molly. Slap mah fro! Well it be actually Ma'linia, but everybody calls me Molly! ''<br/><br/>Molly put the pan and the wooden spoon on the side of a cabinet, wiping her hands which were covered in chocolate of her brightly red and flowery decorated apron. Eponine could feel her mouth salivate of the smells that emanated from this joyfully and rather plump looking woman, wondering what that sweet and strange smell was, unbeknownst of the wondrous of chocolate. Molly smiled at the young priestess, taking her hand and studying her nails for a second.<br/><br/>''Mah', mah' , de lovely hands uh a sucka' who knows ha' way in some garden. 'S coo', lil' one. ah' can see, and smell, ya' love t'tend t'herbs and spices? ah' likes dat in some goat! Right on! and let me gots some betta' look uh ya', Ramen. ''<br/><br/>The bright smiling head of Molly was barely able to reach up to Razors knee, nevertheless she stepped her feet on the ground and pulled on the cloak of the Ramen to make him bend over so she could have a better look. Copping a feel of his belly, and pinching his cheek for a mere second she clacked her tongue in frustration.<br/><br/>''I've seen some lot uh Ramen in mah' life, but ya' sir, is by far de most underfed. Hmh, yeah man yes, ya' need t'have some mo'e food in dat brittle boned body uh yo's. Get some fat on ya', den we gots'ta see how easy dem bones bust. I've gots some lovely honey-glazed po'k simmerin' in mah' oven, and I'm sho' man ya' could use da damn extra fat. ''<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>