***Foran***<br/><br/><b>''Our weapon smith is not far from here any more, sir Foran. You would be able to ask for some clothes and gloves as well. Although I wonder if you wouldn't mind the colourful ensembles and feathery decorations upon our fighting gear''</b><br/><br/>Sparkle looked over at forans back and let a soft feathery finger glide over the many ridges and spines that stuck out of him. She clacked her tongue and looked back at the Ramen before continuing her words.<br/><b><br/>
''If you wish, I could ask some of my sisters to bring you a suncream we made of the roots of the forest. We use it on our children when they change feathers, it protects you from burning. Although it would not give you much use now, seeing the sun has set some time ago already. It would prove handy for your upcoming travels?''</b><br/><br/>Sparkle watched how the Ramen showed her his severely damaged claws and stopped him just in front of the hut of the weaponsmith, her gentle hands picking up his burned claw to inspect it closer. She let a tingling spark of magic glide within her fingers over the Ramens skin, it was soothing and strangely exciting to feel for the man before she asked him with a kind voice.<br/><br/><b>''I could heal that for you, if you let me''</b><br/><br/>Without waiting for an answer, the woman closed her eyes and leaned in to kiss the charred leather brown skin of Forans claw. Her lips were soft and gentle, but left burning hot marks of white on his flesh, spreading like a strange disease over the rest of the charred skin until nothing of his wound was visible any more. Instead, a soft pink claw with little white spots remained, unblemished and perfect to a Ramen. Sparkle looked up and smiled with a gentle twinkle in her eyes.<br/><br/><b>''How does that feel?''</b><br/><br/>She chuckled of his questions once more, cherishing that the traveller shared the same curiosity her people was famous for.<br/><br/><b>''I'm a 121 years old, we grow old just like humans, but it goes a lot slower with time. We die mostly around the are of 200, and we become mother many times in our lives. And as for your last qeustion, have you ever seen a bear wear clothes? Or a wolf? Why would we, when we are covered in the most beautiful feathers, wear clothing to cover our precious possessions up?''</b><br/><br/>***Darion***<br/><br/>There were no further words shared between the pair, for nothing more needed to be said. Their lips met once more, and Bethatha surrendered utterly, opening her mouth and sheepishly inviting in Darions probing tongue. Bethatha felt her eyes lid and shuddered as long desired feelings of pleasure rippled into her mind. Her curiosity peaked as her own hands met her sisters, both women working on the hardened cock of the human. Alapha (the older sister) now leaned in and slicked the soft tender flesh stretched around the hardened member of the warrior with her soft tongue. She guided Bethatha's hand to the ballsack beneath them, making sure her sister kneaded and massaged the twins with expertise as the oldest sister slid the throbbing dick inside of her greedy mouth. Alapha moaned of pleasure when she felt Darions hands move between her thighs. Down the fingers went, finding the most sensitive spots within her tight little untouched cunny. With a little wriggling, and quite a lot of giggling on both the girls behalf, they moved positions as their desires peaked to new heights.. They were not content any more with the gentle stroking and sucking as Darion had been doing, instead Alapha raised herself up from the water and straddled without any further announcements onto Darions lap, her weight pushed him down onto the bed as Bethatha groaned when their kiss was broken.<br/><br/>The oldest sister sat down gingerly, and took the quivering cock inside of her hand, guiding it between her feathery netherlips before it slid down with a lewd slipping noise inside of her depths. It made both girls coo and aah of the delicious feelings and the sight of the girl riding the warrior human out in the open of the rivers. They had gathered quite the attention, despite the late hour, from bypassers who had been swimming around curiously to watch the stranger mingle with their kind.<br/><br/>One of the bypassers landed as softly as possible on top of the bedding, a young teenager-looking girl carrying a large array of clothes resting on a heavily colourful decorated shield. The bundle of gear contained chainmail pants, made of a strange bronze-looking material, matching a chainmail vest that would most probably go over the brightly coloured shirt lying on top of the heap. A shirt completely made up out of the tiniest feathers, presumable fallen of the bodies of the inhabitants of the village. After the bundle had been put down a few feet away from the coupling trio, the bird watched her sisters moan and chirp of ecstasy before she flew back up in the sky. Only to watch the scene unfold from a more respectable distance.<br/><br/>***Verita***<br/><br/>Verita sighed of relief when the Ashen elfs head turned the other way. There was something unnerving and unsettling about the eyeless stare beneath the rag across her features. Nevertheless she felt a pang of proudness overtaking her, knowing that she had, despite the demonic appearance of the elf, stood up to her. She was not the meek and weak human girl they were dragging along on their travels because they had no other choice. At least she hoped that was true, because at this very moment, her future was so unsure and unfamiliar to her, that it scared her.<br/><br/>She felt a fear like no other overcoming her being whilst trying to remain calm and sure of herself on the outside. The weakest of smiles played on her lips as she sat and listened to the story of Kali, hardly hearing the words or understanding the meaning of the underlining thought of it all. She was too occupied with figuring out how she would live, how would she... What did she needed to do? Nothing was the same any more, there was no man to covet, no warrior to marry or injured of the village to heal. No father to take care off when he would become ill, there was nothing. she was alone with a group of the strangest of travellers, and all she knew and could think off was staying close to them, and keep them together. She felt, no she was compelled by something that keeping this group together was her only purpose for now, and a purpose was what the girl needed.<br/><br/>Shaking her head in order to get rid of those overwhelming thoughts she reached out once more for the sweet fruit on the table. She could see from underneath her fluttering eyelashes the strange stares of the Aviari leader towards her and Dawn. It almost made her feel like he was comparing them to each other. a thought that was not far off from something reasonable, as Verita had been comparing everyone with anyone for the last 36 hours. Raising her eyebrows at Dal'tek she curtly nodded her head towards, as if to recognise his staring and respectfully thanking him for his hospitality whilst Kali was finishing her story.<br/><br/>It was then that Kali story caught Verita's attention.<br/><br/><b>''....It finally left her free of those 'boring obligations'."</b><br/><br/>Verita raised her head, and asked Kali bluntly;<br/><br/>''What did she do then, with her life? She had lost her family, her friends, her<i> purpose</i>... What did she do, with her life when there was nothing to strive for?''<br/><br/>The way the young and naive looking girl formulated her words, spoke more of the desire for a satisfying answer to the qeustion of her own life, rather then that of the Lamia.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>