Esme blinked thinking that she saw movement in the nearby bushes, the brush of the forest, and yet in looking again, whatever it was, if it even existed at all, it was gone from her line of sight or her mind. Esme sunk further into the ivy as Tara spoke, and the velvety murmurs of feminine voices, silken soft, sylvan in tongue replied, but what the voices said were was unknown to her. Only then did Esme feel nimble slender fingers move over the sweet plumpness of her youthful breast, caress it, and a wave of excitement, that of fear, anxiety, and a trickle of arousal washed over the sorceress.<br/><br/>“I don't understand what they are saying, yet at the same time, I don't think they mean us harm. I think they are rather lonely and in need of companionship.” Esme peered over at Tara and offered her a quirky smile.  “I must admit,they've busier hands then most of the men I've ever been in contact with including that in taverns.” Esme whispered a little nervously, and slid her hand to meet that of the stranger's; pale skin sought out that which was of bark in colour.<br/><br/>“And while we figure out what to do precisely in this situation, I think I saw something or rather someone close by in the bushes. I don't know though. It could have been my mind playing tricks, but I don't want to risk it either. I think we should call to the person. It could be another maiden who escaped, or a helpful hermit, or a druid, or maybe a not so helpful person, but all the same, they might be able to help us from this entanglement.” Esme babbled out.