The beings they've encountered don't seem to speak anything but their own language and Tara concludes that it'll be difficult to negotiate with the pair.  Fortunately, they don't seem to be hostile at the moment.<br/><br/>The hands resume caressing her slender back and stroking her long, smooth flanks.  Tara shivers slightly at the unexpected attention, turning her head slightly to Esme.  "I don't think they understand us.  Calling out to whoever is out there sounds like a very good idea.  Do you know what they are?"<br/><br/>The ivy that bound her waist suddenly shifted, seemingly of it's own volition and then the long hands encircle her slender waist, moving to begin fondling Tara's flat belly.  She stares down at the strange, leafy hands, racking her brains for what these unusual beings could be and how she might be able to escape these treefolk.