Fern's fierce cry arches sharp over the Garden.  Adamion's reply practically glazes over its surface:  He caresses Fern's throat with one hand, while the other holds her bottom securely in a shockingly powerful grip.  The lean fingers harness one globe of her bottom, denting the flesh lightly as he takes hold.<br/><br/><strong>"Shhh."</strong>He hushes, one hand caressing while the other holds firm.  His words play over her ear, level and strong.<strong>"Show some will, little one.  You will be moved, one way or the other.  Better you endure it with composure."</strong><br/><br/>With that, Adamion plays the part of supple harness about Fern - hand collaring her throat, hand on her haunch, arms enclosing her sides, and the perpetual midnight of his eyes soaking her face.