Bernat is still bleeding somewhat from the injury the Beast gave him, and sinks down on the ground - a wary distance away from Emerald - and tries to tend to his wound.
Lucia gawks at the sight of the twins ample assets, then turns to Epona. Epona whispers, [color=brown]"You're drooling. Stop that, I'm the only one you're allowed to drool over, remember," in Occitan.
[color=gray]"Should we go after her?" Lucia asks her.
[color=brown]"Not alone." She looks to the others to see if any of them are going to go after Hazel or stay with Emerald.
As Bernat sinks to the ground he can see the magic which Fleur has laid upon him to treat his previous wound going to work, already beginning to affect the healing process of the new wound.
Carlos sits next to Emerald. It is your game. It isn't fair to not tell us the rules.
Emerald strokes Carlo's cheek absently. "It wouldn't be fair if we told you the rules. If you already knew the consequences of every choice, what fun would life be? You have to look at the choices as you see them, and decide. For example, there is a beautiful woman in front of you, longing to be kissed, and perhaps much more. If you were not in faerie would you be asking about rules, or kissing her?"
[color=blue]I know well the rules of a beutiful woman. But everyone is watching us, and that's against my rules m'lady.
"If you wish to go somewhere more private, I know a place."
Carlos is torn between his loyalty and his love for ladies. He is week when it comes to women, and tends not to worry much about anything.
So....
[color=blue]What do you have in mind?
She smiles slowly "Whatever you have in mind..." and she leads him towards a private grotto.
[color=gray]"Carlos, wait!" Lucia calls out as Emerald starts to look him out. [color=gray]"Isn't it a bad idea to get separated when your dealing with faeries?" She looks around at the others for support (or not).
Epona, who is standing hip-to-hip by Lucia, says nothing. She does like she has no clew as to whether her girlfriend is right or not.
Bernat is a fish out of water here. He agrees with Lucia that they should stay together; but between the weirdness of the situation, and the unexpected tickling sensation in his wound, he finds his stammer renders him unable to speak.
The young woman smiles invitingly "If you all want to join us, I am fine, or I could invite friends..." there are a number of young men and women- them men tend to have hairy legs, some of them hooves and horns, but all are unclothed, waiting passively for your decision. It is at the same time erotic and surreal.
Carlos' weakness for women also applies to his compatriots. That and his sense of loyalty, compined with the strange and perverse activities being offered, shake his senses back to reality.
[color=blue]I am sorry my dear. But the first rule of the troop is to stick together. And I have a responsability to get these people home in a timely manner. Please help us.
Lucia and Epona look at the newcomers, then look at each other for a minute as their arms snake around each other's waists. They watch the women for a minute, occasionally looking at their compatriots to see what (or possibly who) they're doing.
Neither one seems to show the least bit of interest in the fauns.
The woman smiles "I will see what I can do, but I can't tell you the way home. I can only offer you a pleasant way to pass the time while you are here." She lays back as before. You notice there are a number of pathways from the meadow that could lead to their own grottos, or home...
Ifff yy... y... you c... c... cannot hhhhhh... elp us g... g... get h... hhhome, iii... ii.. is thhhhere aa.. anyone ... ... who c... c... can?
[color=blue]Your words were that we could tarry as long as we wished but when we emerged we would be unchanged. Are you good for your word? For "as long as we wish" has already expired.
The woman laughs "you can't leave a story in the middle, you have to reach the end."
[color=blue]Hahahaha!!! My sweet lady, we have yet to transition to the middle. The beginning is where we meet, you help us escape from the beast and take us home. The middle is where I teach you how to live amongst mortals, after I invite you to stay a while as I teach you the joys of simple mortal life.
But how will it end? Will your wild nature sieze you once again and call you back? Will I have to endlessly return to visit in a vain attempt to get you to submit to a domestic nature? Or will I eventually be drawn away myself? Or will our romance end in tragedy?
Only you can help me tell this story, only by taking us home.
"First you must convince me to let you take me home. Come we need not do more than you wish, but at least show me how well you kiss." She gestures to the other paths "Or you can try to find the way yourself."