Her idea about contacting one of her friends coming and making modifications to the ship to be able to get it and everyone aboard it to the city.  It was a very good idea when he thought about it.  Too bad he really couldn’t think completely clearly at that moment with the heat running through the air, and through his entire body.  It made sure he couldn’t stop watching as she was trying to get herself more comfortable in the heat that had filled the room.  She did have some generous curves for an avari, so he couldn’t resist watching her.<br/><br/>Which was a bit strange as for the few moments that he actually could think beyond the lust that was so suddenly running though his body, he wandered where all of this was coming from as he knew they had hated each others guts less than half an hour ago.<span style="color: green">“When we reach a port… then try contacting your friend.  We can see if he can help us when we have little to offer in return.”</span>He said, and probably the last actual thought on his duties would be as he couldn’t take his eyes off her.<br/><br/>To go along with the lust he was feeling from the, to him unknown, fey spell Darion could not take his eyes off Winnie.  She was the closest woman after all, and gorgeous as well with her curves.  Even with some of her feathers charred.   With the lust, came Darion picturing bending W’ineton over the table and fucking her to a twitching, exhausted mess.  To the point she didn’t have the strength to move.  Those thoughts though also pushed his lust to the point where it felt a little painful to still be wearing the pants.<br/><br/>His entire length was at full attention, creating a tent in his pants to hide his full and thick 8 inches.  The pants were no longer hiding anything at all.  Watching wine, Darion saw her hands go below the table, followed by the sigh that left her.  He originally would have been able to think she was just adjusting her own cloths… but the blush soon joined, and he wouldn’t be able to mistake it for anything other than arousal accompanying the heat in the woman’s eyes.<br/><br/>He could not think strait at all, and Winnie’s own words proved that she was only able to think about as much as he was at the moment.  Though it looked like she was helping herself while Darion’s hands had been gripping the edge of the table in an attempt to resist the lust.  It wasn’t working.<span style="color: green">“I don’t know…”</span>Darion began but stopped when he noticed the movement, and couldn’t miss the red glow of the fey.  And it became obvious where all this was coming from as he watched the fey begin trying to crawl down the woman’s body.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“But… I know… she must be… causing it…”</span>He was obviously losing his resistance, probably due to the smell of sex that was in the air now too.  While watching the fey’s advance down the aviari’s body.  The thought immediately arose that he should not let the fey have her fun first, if at all.  There was a shiver that ran thought his body before Darion stood up from his seat, not even bothering to hide the erection tenting his pants.  He didn’t have the mental capacities to really speak at that moment.<br/><br/>Moving around the table, his eyes never left Winnie, or the little fey as he moved, his purpose obvious.  That was especially true when he was what Winnie had been doing under the table with herself.  He didn’t say anything as he moved over to her and grabbed her around the waist.  Without warning he lifted the Aviari woman up and sitting her down on the table in front of him.   He froze though after that, and backed up a step as soon as he realized what he was about to do.<span style="color: green">“… sorry… couldn’t control myself…”</span>the last thing he wanted to do was to seem as if he was about to rape the woman.<br/><br/>………………………<br/><br/><span style="color: gray">“Sorry we don’t have someone who can help you more.”</span>The old aviary woman stated as even more of the birds other than the guards had disperse after collecting everyone’s weapons that could give them away.  At the question about rope, she nodded.  At least she could help him with that.<span style="color: gray">“we can at least do that.”</span>After agreeing, she called over to one of the two guarding the metal giant.<span style="color: gray">“Ti’rea.  Go find some spare rope for this metal man will you?”</span><br/><br/>As soon as the old woman gave the order, the red colored male immediately nodded and flew off.<span style="color: red">“Yes Elder!”</span>after that he flew off quickly, looking for a length of rope for Ogun upon the elder’s orders.  It was while that was happening that one of the Aviari that was still on the deck, he was one of the crew manning the ship at night, actually was making his way back to the upper deck where the wheel was when he noticed someone else new.  Letting out a squawk of surprise before backing up and shining his lantern down on the woman.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">“Elder!”</span>he called out, his voice worried as he backed up away from this newcomer, this unknown woman.  At this call, the white feathered woman looked up to where the blue aviary that had seen the stowaway he was calling about.  And she heard the new woman’s words.<span style="color: gray">“I doubt that.  Who are you woman?”</span>She replied, moving towards the woman with a light glare.  Not that she really was a threat as a healer, but she could notice the weapons.  Now there were only half a dozen aviary still on the deck.<br/><br/><span style="color: gray">“Please hand over all your weapons.  That was the agreement between W’ineton and Darion.  It was the only agreement that they would both take.”</span>The Healer began before she had to turn around in surpriseas the unknown creature, so much like an aviary, but so much different.<span style="color: gray">“Who…”</span>she began, but stopped and listened as Ogun handled everything.<br/><br/>The aviary who had went to get the rope, returned with a length of about 20 feet rolled up in his arms,  just as the creature landed.  They all listened to what both the Giant said, and the creature replied before handing over the thing that had the message.  Then watched it leave again.  The old healer spoke up after it was gone.<span style="color: gray">“I do not have a good feeling about that thing’s message.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>