With a weightless shift of her neck, the Elf assumes another heart-rending, beautiful pose.  The tall human women on either side of her are not so placid.  They tense at the sound of Draque's words, muscles flaring into relief from beneath the generous velvet of their softness.<br/><br/>"I meant no rudeness." The Elf says, her words honeyed with compassion.  "It is just dangerous now that--"<br/><br/>Her flowing address is severed by a cry from the forest behind her.  Coming at a distance, a sound like a banshee's scream - furious and feminine - bounds into the serenity of the glade.  Another cry; a whoop from the same melodic, terrible throat, follows the first.<br/><br/>The humans on either side of the Elf glance to her.  Their nostrils flare and their long legs shift, bringing winks from the ring lodged in the folds of their shaven sexes.<br/><br/><strong>"It is too late." </strong>The Elf laments, grief singing in minor chords in your breast.<strong>"Adamion is nearly here.  His hounds will have your scents by now."</strong><br/><br/>Her green eyes seam into slivers of emerald.<strong>"What I ask you will sound odd, even ill, but you must hasten to obey.  Humans discovered here, unowned by Elves, are thought dire threats.  If Adamion comes upon your companion clothed, and without a harness, he will destroy her with a wave of his hand."</strong><br/><br/>Her words fly out, still calm, but with a terrific rapidity.  Behind her, the forest looses a flock of startled birds.<strong> "His hounds can scent the least human blood in one's body.  There is no deceiving them."</strong><br/><br/>And then her attention sweeps to Miaren.  It locks her in a solace of green crystal, a place where harm is an impossibility and security is infinite.  The calm of her emanates in a wave.  With it comes her authority.<strong> "Place on this harness and nothing else.  Even if you have some of the Elven race in your blood, you are still in danger."</strong><br/><br/>With that, she tosses her hand forward.  It is empty until it is fully extended.  Then, in a flash of black strands, a leather harness identical to the one worn by the bare women manifests.<br/><br/>It falls before Miaren just as another hellish, lovely cry rakes from the forest, closer and closing fast.