-------------Foran --------------<br/><br/><b>'You are not a burden at all, I could easily take you to the maker of weapons in our village if that is what you wish for''</b><br/><br/>She watched the strange creature go a deeper shade of red after her words of being a polyandrous woman. Having heard from Kali that most races on the world are monogamous and are appallad about the idea of making love with more then one person in their lives, she assumed the man must be ashamed or embarrassed about her revelation. Nevertheless she noticed his sullen smile, perhaps an attempt to look more friendly after the shocking information had settled into his mind. She wondered if she should ask about his opinion, or leave the matter to rest to keep things friendly between them. She choose for the latter and turned her attention to her child, listening to his qeustion whether or not she wanted to know more about his race.<br/><b><br/>
''I'd love to, I've heard many stories and tales of Kali, the elf already. She has told us the history of your people, as you were made by the humans and escaped from your cells. We have learned about your evolution and the success of breeding an army to take upon your revenge against the human race, as well as protect yourselves against the destruction the humans wanted to bring upon you out of fear of your existence. Other then the basic history, I, and our race, know very little of how it is to live as a Ramen in this world.''</b><br/><br/>The woman leaned over graciously and sweeped her child from the ground, holding Twinkle in her arms to cuddle with the little girl as they walked downwards to the lower districts of the village. The woman had been watching the Ramen carefully, her bright blue eyes going over his sunblistered skin and broken claw, with which he had most probably defended himself. She mused the thought, realizing the wounds were very recent as she asked:<br/><br/><b>''What has happened to your group, before our leader found you and brought you here? You seem to bare the wounds of a recent battle upon your hand, and your skin is blistered. I'd think you would be more careful to protect it from the sun with no feathers to cover it?''</b><br/><br/>------------Darion -----------<br/><br/>Bethatha gasped with rapturous sounds of the feeling of her nipples being tugged and rubbed by the strange featherless skin of the human. She could feel her tiniest feathers give way for the skin-padded fingers, her skin getting more aflamed of desire with each movement of his hands.<br/><br/>In the meantime her dearest sister had grabbed a handful of boxer on each side of Darions legs, pulling it down in short hard tugs on the clothing before the humans throbbing cock was finally released from it's fabric prison. Alapha smiled eagerly, her lips tracing a trail of kissed on the inside of Darions legs before her hot breath trickled down onto his cock. She began stroking it, with the tips of her feathery fingers, making sure that she barely touched it. This way the warrior could feel the most of her soft feathers gently brushing against the sensitive skin of his member.<br/><br/>As she had whispered her inviting words and opened her legs for the warrior, Bethatha was curious how it would feel like to be touched by those strange feeling fingers in her most sensitive place. A place that was covered in the softest plum feathers, as tiny as the hairs of a normal woman. Nevertheless, when her lips were opened, it showed a rosey red vulva, almost as tight and perfect as those of the elves. She had trouble sitting on the bed without moving, having felt the warm and smooth hands of Darion between her lips, she cried a little strange whistle of joy. A sound that was stuck between the song of a bird and the lustful moans of a young woman enjoying herself.<br/><br/>----------------Verita ------------------<br/><br/>Verita coughed once more and smiled, with bits of roots still sticking to her teeth as she tried to hide it behind her hand. She had grown to like Dawn, and chuckled a<span style="color: DarkRed">'yes indeed</span>' with her mouth still full of remnants of the chewed up Bitterroot. Verita tried to swallow the bitternes down with tears in her eyes. The water before her, had not been more welcome then anything else on the table, as she took it in both hands and gulped down the clear rainwater with a sigh of relief. She turned to dawn and spoke softly underneath her breath, as if to only say the following words to her,<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">''I don't know any of the things on this table, apart from some of the berries then. It tastes awful..''</span><br/><br/><i>“ The sour ones are an acquired taste, dear. Try the fruit instead. Much more sweet and pleasant.”</i><br/><br/>Verita looked up with a blush spreading over her freckled and tanned face, reaching out for the more colourful fruits on the table. The young druid started to nibble on the soft and delicate flesh of the sweet flavoured fruit, and mustered up a smile, whilst she still tried to hide her embarrassed feelings for the others on the table. Verita could even notice that the elven woman, who looked so beautifully tanned and different in every way of the ashen elf she had already met, was blowing her strangely sweet scented smoke away from her. Then she started to tell things Verita did not even know about, about a land across the water very far away. She had never seen anything else than the mountains from which she had grown up in. The girl had even always believed that when you would reach the waters, there would be nothing, just the edge of the world at the end of the ocean, certainly not a land filled with old tales.<br/><br/>The human was smart enough to hold her tongue for now, and wait for the tales of the woman instead. Before Kali had begun explaining her options, the ashen elf spoke in riddles again. Making the druid fall into more embarrassment by the mentioning of her burned breasts and her latest unfortune. There was something unsettling about the way Y'vaste spoke in riddles each time, giving the young human the feeling that everything the elf said was an omen for awful things to happen.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">''I'm normally not as clumsy as you all might think. I'm sorry if each and everyone of you have had a life outside of the mountains from which I've came from. Nevertheless, if it hadn't been for me, Darion and the others would have burned to death in a place I do know. A place I miss... Anyway, the 'knight' you seek is called Darion. And Darion has gone to the rivers for a bath, he still had the pesky pixiedust on his skin that needed to be washed off, I think.''</span><br/><br/>She spoke as if to set some things right. She was certainly not a daft woman, and had learned many things in her life, being a young druid with the craft of healing those in aid. Nevertheless she forgot about her defiance and was almost instantly amazed by the creations Kali blew out of the smoke that trickled into the shapes of the options they could choose from. Still struggling with the new information that had opened up Verita's mind, showing evidently in a frown upon her face, she realized she must answer the elf of what she'd preferred as a tale to be told.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">''I'd like to hear a story of the Naga, and as much as you can tell me of this land called Gha'mos... How do you get there? Are you not.. like.. ''</span><br/><br/>Verita bit her lip, wondering if she should make her thoughts known to everyone, and risking the chance of being found stupid and ignorant again, or should she actually find out the things she wanted to know so desperately? She sighed deeply, her hands fumbling nervously with the fruit she was still holding in her hands before she continued her words. She was a lot more quiet, and her qeustion was almost whispered in way someone would only do when they were embarrassed about asking it.<br/><br/><span style="color: DarkRed">'' Are you not afraid to fall off the edge of the world at the end of the ocean, when trying to get to this land?''</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>