A distraught visiter

Sitting in the nest formed by the armfuls of dried grass collected by Tri'lanna in front of the small fire you watched the stars move slowly across the night sky. You felt comforted by the familiar constellations moving overhead. The great bear of course was easy to find as were the axe and crown. There were many others, but you never had the patience to learn all their names. In the past you spent multiple nights allowing your mind to find your own hidden shapes in the nighttime stars and tonight in the clear sky of the mountains you studied the bright constellations comforted by the steady movement of the distant stars.

Tri'lanna's soft, warm chin resting on your chest and the feel of her warm breasts pressed snuggly against your flank did nothing to ease the pressure of the night. Tonight as you looked, the constellations took on a decidedly erotic theme; in one cluster you saw a perfect breast with a particularly bright star sitting high on the rounded tit like a nipple. A second group of stars looked like a a slender woman on her hands and knees, and in a third your eyes kept finding the open arms and legs of an eager seductress.

Shifting your body yet again in an attempt to find a position that would ease some of the tension you became aware of the grif filled sobbing of an approaching figure. You pushed the elf away gently and climbed into a crouch ready to defend your tiny hollow against whatever forces might be threatening it.

The distraught wailing came from a solitary figure stumbling through the night, as you watched her move you became more and more convinced that this stumbling old woman posed no threat to you and Tri'lanna. Most likely she was fleeing from one of the same roving bands of invaders that had destroyed your village. After a final scan to make sure the woman was not being trailed you stood up and lifted a burning brand into the air to attract her attention. It took almost a minute, but she suddenly froze; you could see her trying to get a better look at who you were.

"We mean you no harm ma'am." The friendly words spoken by a human in a familiar tongue was enough to tip the balance and soon the woman was standing by the fireside. She was not as old as you first thought, her clothes torn and stained from hard ware had once been robes of fine spun wool and her hands and arms although now cut and bruised in many places lacked the heavy calluses of a peasant. If she was surprised to find herself sharing a small fire with you and a mute elf she gave no indication of it.

When it was offered she accepted your water skin gratefully and took several deep swallows before returning the half full contained with a hint of a smile.

“Thank – you.” She said simply.

“Who are you Ma’am? Er … Miss?” You corrected yourself as you saw she was even younger than you thought, perhaps no older than you.