The first touch of tongue to taunt belly sends Fern's muscles jumping, her jangled nerves fraying like the ends of a rope ripped loose from its mooring knot.  A whimper, louder than the first by no more than a whisper of breeze across sand, shakes itself loose from her belly as her hands squeeze into tight fists balled against her thighs.<br/><br/><em>Oh gods Draque, where are you?</em><br/><br/>Eyes closed tight trying to avoid the sights and the reality around her fly open, her jaw dropping with supple lips forming a surprised O with the first touch of Adamion's ointment on her exposed flesh as a strangled gasp fails to stop as intelligence would dictate, dragging out a piercing wail of primal fear.  One word carried on the wind, "Noooooooo!"