Yrlissa lead them on until twilight darkened the forest to point that continuing would become increasingly hazardous, careful to guard her thoughts just in case Styx’s telepathic abilities allowed him to read them as well as send them. However, the tiny dragon appeared to get past her unintentional slight quickly, and seemed to almost slumber perched on Toran’s shoulder. “It’s still several hours walk to our encampment,” she announced in a weary tone; they had reached a level area clear of underbrush by the bank of a small brook that would make a decent campsite. She hadn’t intended to spend the night in the forest, so she didn’t packed even the bare essentials, but, as a wandering adventurer, hoped that Toran was better prepared... and she wasn’t looking forward to the stern lecture about wander the woodlands alone she’d receive upon her return. “Then we might as well make camp here for the night,” Toran declared. He had made the same assessment of the location, but was leery of making the suggestion without knowing how far their destination was. Withdrawing a greyish green bundle of cloth from his large pouch, he unfurled it to reveal a simple cloak, dashing Yrlissa’s hopes of having decent shelter and leaving her wondering if he intended for them to just huddle under the garment. However, rather than donning it, he snapped it outward as he commanded “tent” in elvish, letting it drop. But it wasn’t the cloak that floated gently to the ground; it was a large tent. “A handy convenience,” he smirked in response to her surprised expression, as he held aside the flap for her to enter. Once inside the dark interior he spoke a quick incantation in Aragrakh, the language of arcane magic, which caused a small block he produced from his pouch to glow with a bright, steady light, then he withdrew a bedroll which should not have been able to fit in it from the clearly magical vessel. “I don’t suppose you have another one of those in there?” she inquired in a playful tone, secretly hoping that he didn’t. For some time she knew that if the opportunity presented itself she’d offer herself to him; after all he had saved her from a fate worse than death... not the mention that he was quite a handsome man. “I’m afraid not,” he apologized with mock humility, but a sly smile. “I try to travel light.” “Well I guess we’ll just have to share,” she teased as she set about removing her boots, then, to Toran’s surprise, she continued undressing; discarding her vest to reveal her ripe, firm breasts, again, before shimmying out of her breeches as well, leaving her nude form displayed before his hungry eyes. “I didn’t have the chance to properly thank you for saving me from those dreadful men,” she cooed as she slid up to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing his lips to hers. Caught a bit off guard, but certainly not in any way reluctant to indulge him-self in the pleasures of her delectable charms, Toran eagerly devoured her succulent lips as he embraced her slender form and drew her down into the bedroll. Meanwhile, Styx curled himself up in the opposite corner of the tent with a heavy sigh. Hoping that this time at least his companion would keep the ruckus down to a low roar! ****************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** Additional Credits: From DAZ3D.com * Victoria 4.2 by DAZ * Fairylicious V4 by Mada. Sarsa & Thorne * Forest Princess Hair by Valea * Mystic Hallow by LaurieS * The Woodgoddess by ElorOncedark & Anna Benjamin