Ava's response flows prompt, following Miaren's wonder with the seamless current of an aquifer.  Their thoughts truly are bound.  The immediacy and intimacy underscores the tender closeness of Ava's touch as it slides along the rim of her bottom's delve.<br/><br/><strong>"We will be going to my house.  From there, Draque will have to attend Adamion's home.  Adamion knows this world's nature better than any.  He knows the places where it is thin, and one can slip from the Garden into other worlds.  There is where the secrets of your escape can be found."</strong><br/><br/>Ahead, the two male elves banter, their conversation framed by the fluid stalk of two bare women - the "hounds" of Adamion in all their brazen muscle and voluptuous, glistening glory.<br/><strong><br/>"I knew you to be new here when I saw your pets.  They're not even nourished."</strong><br/><br/>"They tend to have a lean diet.  Roots, berries, other forage.  My uncle had a hound fed on beer and meat, and her best friend was the warm spot by the heart." Draque replies casually, studying the flight of a bird as it moves from branch to branch in short flutters of its wings, before looking back on Adamion. "It's good to keep them hungry.  Makes them want the hunt more."<br/><br/>Adamion laughs.<strong>"What wit.  You did take my meaning, though.  They are just puppies."</strong><br/><br/>Draque opts for an intense silence and a knowing grin.  Adamion walks a bit farther before speaking again.<br/><br/><strong>"It so happens that I am the Lord of Nature here.  I insist on being the one to nourish your hounds.  You will find my work to be without peer in its glorious results."</strong><br/><br/>"I really couldn't impose."<br/><br/><strong>"I insist.  Cousin."</strong>