<strong><em><span class="bbc_u">Fern</span></em></strong><br/><br/>Pulling herself to her feet with the help of Miaren Fern's body cringes, grimacing with each movement, each muscle objecting loudly.<br/><br/>"Buggers that hurts."  Gritting her teeth she stretches, keenly aware of every bump, every bruised and battered inch of her small body.  "Remind me not to be doing nuthin like that again.  Girl could get herself....  " her voice breathy, pain eking through with each word, trails off noticing a definitive lack in her companions attentions.  The sight of her tattered leathers hanging by threads from her body sends her hands to retrieve and bring to cover tender skin.<br/><br/>"You do not belong here.  You must hasten to go."  Startled by the strangeness of the voice, her attention having been otherwise occupied Fern first takes glimpse of the trio.  A step-hop back in surprise, eyes going wide with shock, she barely manages to hold onto the whatever bits of her armor are left to cover her breasts and belly.<br/><br/>"Whoa!  Who the hell are you? and look lady.. It wasn't our idea to be here.  Big and stinky there?"  She thumbs back towards the beast at water's edge, flies covering in clouds the fetid body, "kinda brought me here.  They was comin to help me.  If you maybe could point us the way out?  As long as I ain't gotta climb back up that cliff.  Not sure I'd do too hot with that sorta thing right now"<br/><br/>Struggling to keep her leathers covering her, Fern cannot help but stare, eyes wide as she takes in the lack of clothing, the blatant sexuality, the casual sensuality.  This has to got to be the strangest trio of women she had ever seen and her surprised, candid stares did nothing to dispel that thinking.<br/><br/>Taking an overly casual step, Fern slips a bit behind Draque feigning looking for something in the profusion of green beneath their feet.