Ava seems to only speak in variations of the same placid tone.  Her response to Draque's statement is the same pristine horizon of sound, only at a higher level.<br/><br/>"I see we were hunting the same Gambol, cousin.  What good fortune that you and your hounds brought it down so ably, before it could make its lair," She gestures affectedly at the cave.  As almost an afterthought, the rope vanishes from it.  "In the cliff face above."<br/><br/>Her performance is cut short as figures burst from the forest, carried on a billow of jade leaves.<br/><br/>With a crash, two dusky women - bare and harnessed like the twins of the Elf; sturdier; unrelated and fierce in aspect - leap from the woods into the glade.  They immediately heave back, seeing the slaughtered Thing.<br/><br/>They tremble in excitement.  Their wide and feral eyes roam the carcass.  Down their teak wood skin, rivers of sweat run, dripping from the tips of their heaving tits.<br/><br/>They pause, transfixed, overcome by this stay to their passion.<br/><br/>And wilt a little - soften and turn - as from the treeline, first clapping emerges, then a lithe, applauding Elf man wearing an artistic calamity of leather plates and straps.<br/><br/>A lean fellow, body woven of tanned sweeps of muscle, his manner of dress is far more crude than Ava's sheer silken wrap.  It is, rather, a system of linked leather curves and shapes, fastened into armor that rolls rather than scrapes over his flawless flesh.  It is neither overly elaborate nor less than fascinating in intricacy, and its elements glimmer with subtle engravings.<br/><br/>Still, it is the man beneath it that is most striking.  Like his relative, he seems to epitomize in every quality - the stalk of his step, the tempo of his motions, the bowed towering of his posture - elegance.  Yet where Ava's is a celestial aspect, a dance of wind and fine edges, Adamion is a feral one:  He is earthly, almost bestial in the sharpness of his lean features.<br/><br/>He spreads a grin in friendly welcome and says,<strong>"Greetings, cousin of Ava.  This is a fortuitous day.  It seems credit for the hunt falls to you and your hounds."</strong><br/><br/>And with the same palpable flame, his eyes draw over Miaren and Fern.