Some Tipsy Talking Underneath a Tree

A faint twang of discomfort echoes through the Drakling, her muscles stiff and aching from disuse. “Nhhngh...” She quietly groans, rolling her slightly sore shoulders in hopes of that helping, even just a bit. It does not.

Thmp.

The barbarian’s back bumps into the clustered trunks of this old rowan tree, her head resting against its greyish bark.

Lanterns haphazardly hang overhead, gentle light emanating from dried and hollowed gourds dangling from crooked branches. Krvavy isn’t quite sure how they have been lit, whether that was done so by packing them full of fuel to feed a wick or if they are glowing by some magical means...

Past those, through the canopy of dull and dark leaves, glimpses of the sky can be seen. Fluffy clouds hover high overhead, painted brilliant shades of orange and pink and red. The sounds of buzzing bugs, chirping crickets, and the occasional cluck of a nearby chicken add to this peaceful ambience... Or at least they would, were it not for the many overlapping voices and cacophonous conversations that all but drown them out.

“Hhhh...” A soft sigh passes through Krvavy’s pale lips, soon silenced by the nicely glazed rim of the pottery mug in her hand. The liquid within is hot, though not unpleasantly so, and carries the faint hint of... of something akin to cinnamon, but not quite cinnamon... It is hard to tell, the taste of those spices buried beneath the sharp and slightly bitter flavour of the cider she is taking a sip of.

That mug is lowered back down after just a brief moment, the barbarian’s gaze following after it as she looks over the still gathered crowd. There is a bit of dancing being done over near the bonfire, more calm and relaxed than anything rowdy. Most of the Halfling’s here have started to settle down, lounging around on the various seats and blankets scattered across the ground.

Her eyes slowly sweep to the side, drawn towards what could only be called a bit of a commotion.

“AAAAAHH...! HAAAHHAAAAA...!” Shouted, screaming laughter can just about be heard from all the way across this clearing, more than a few worried parents watching on as their children are, one at a time, tossed high up into the air. Those little Halflings, most of them unlikely to even be ten years old, whoop as they make it heights they couldn’t hope to reach on their own, and wail as gravity drags them back down. “HAAHAAAA...! AAAAAHHH...!” Again and again, those various different kids are tossed high above their parents’ heads, getting safely caught by a pair of strong paw-like hands.

The corners of Krvavy’s pale lips twitch upwards, her emerald eyes softening as she catches glimpses of her precious puppy past the obstacles that are those slightly perturbed parents.

A wide and happy grin fills that Were-Beast’s face, her body lying back on an expanse of soft grass. She may look a little unhinged, teeth and tusks parted as she no doubt quietly cackles away, but it is obvious – to Krvavy, at least – that she is holding back. She could so easily throw those children higher into the air, twice or thrice the height that she is now. But if she did that and then caught the kids a bit too roughly, or failed to catch them in time...

Khalia is playing it safe, like the good girl that she is~...

The sound of shrill, shrieking laughter falls into the back of Krvavy’s mind as her attention drifts away from that sweet sight, crossing over the crowded clearing once more. There are more Halflings here than there were earlier. There are quite a few upright bunny ears – as well as the rounder, more mousy ones too – scattered about, more than the few that marked the kids and husbands and wives of some of Adeline’s siblings. It would seem that the nosy neighbours and other curious onlookers had, at some point, crept into this family reunion...

Including Magnolia, despite her having taken it upon herself to keep all of those snoops out of here. Guess she can’t exactly have been expected to do that all day though... But then why is she here? Did she not have better things to do today...?

The Drakling’s gaze glances just past that older Halfling, looking towards a relatively large chair laden with soft cushions... atop which sits a certain beautiful brat.

Thea leisurely lounges back in that throne of a chair, leaning quite heavily to the side with her elbow pressed into its fabric bound armrest. Her right hand sways through the air beside her head, the ceramic stem of a glazed goblet nestled between her dainty fingers as she loosely holds that cup in her palm, the wine within sloshing up to its rim.

The kissable lips of that noticeably tipsy noble girl waggle away as she blabbers on about some story or another, regaling her ‘court’ of country folk with tales of her regal upbringing. Presumably. The rosy red hue colouring her cheeks, and the fact that she seems to have almost exclusively attracted gossipy middle aged housewives, might imply otherwise...

Not too far from that little clustered crowd stands one of the larger tables, the plates and trays atop it covered in various different foodstuffs... even if they are more empty than full.

A low, grumbling growl rumbles from deep within this barbarian’s belly.

Krvavy moves her mug of mulled cider from one hand to the other, taking another sip from it along the way. Her black-scaled fingers reach towards the smaller table standing not too far away.

Throughout the day, many different delicious dishes have been brought and made out here. From appetizers as simple as bowls of berries, chunks of cheese, fairly fresh fall fruits, and sizable salads to entire courses getting cooked. Mushrooms were battered and baked, nuts were nicely fried, pottage stews prepared, root vegetables roasted...

But at this point, with the sun near to setting, it would seem that the snacks available to Krvavy... that is to say, the snacks that were brought over to her... seem to have since shifted into being desserts. Baked goods, for the most part.

The Drakling lazily plucks a little muffin off of the simple wood tray that it, and more than a few others, had been sitting on. That tiny bite-sized treat is soon tossed into her open mouth. It... is very soft and fluffy, but still has a bit of weight to it. Considering its small size. The baked batter is slightly sticky, a little sweet. More of a cake than bread. Carrot cake, perhaps...?

Krvavy’s carnivorous teeth sink into a second one, sheering it in half.

No... The shaved vegetable bits inside of it are a little more stringy and mushy, rather than the slightly crisper and crunchier nature of something grated. And they also aren’t orange. So not carrot... The flesh of gourds or squash, considering the season? Inspect might be able to answer that question, but this isn’t really a question that Krvavy cares to get an answer for.

These little muffin treats are tasty. And they’re fairly filling, for a dessert. So there’s no need for her to know exactly what they’re made of. It isn’t like these Halfling’s would feed her something nefarious. Like ground up people, or something...

The Drakling takes another sip of her cider, helping to wash down a fourth tiny muffin treat.

It might not be the best segue for her train of thought, but... The one thing that this family gathering has been missing, in terms of food, has been meat. Of any sort, really. The closest thing would have been the stews made with bone broth, but that isn’t nearly the same. Even if they were delicious.

But this barbarian is not selfish enough to pressure her Adeline’s family into slaughtering some of their animals before they would have otherwise done so just to satiate her hunger... in a slightly more satisfying way than they already did, with the rest of the food they made and served her. Even if her precious puppy would have really appreciated that. Probably more than Krvavy herself.

That Were-Beast doesn’t need meat though. Khalia has been doing just fine munching away on the various roasted things instead. She quite likes mushrooms, it would seem. They are a bit fleshy...

“Hehheeeheeihhihih~...!” A sharp and slightly unsteady bout of squeaky giggling draws the Drakling from her thoughts. “Heeiiehehihi~...!”

Just a short distance to Krvavy’s left, within reach of her tail, sit a small number of Halfling women. One of which stands out amongst the others, so much more beautiful, so much more eye-catching... Tight creamy white dress clinging so closely to the legs beneath that it may as well be a second layer of skin, floral patterns of cheery yellow and lively orange stretched across those tremendously thick thighs... Wondrously wide hips shimmying side to side, the ample ass beneath squished into a pair of adorable little bunny paw feet...

“Heeii-eeihei-eiii...!”

Krvavy’s heart flutters as she hears that particular soft peal of laughter, the depths of her soul recognizing just who those musical notes came from before her mind can even put a face or a name to those sweet sounds. There is only one girl in the whole world who could ever make such an adorable noise, the perfect blend between cheery delight and uncertain anxiety.

“Heiiie-iihc...!” A quiet hiccup interrupts those joyful, if shaky, giggles... which quickly shift into an embarrassed squeak as the others present laugh rather lightheartedly at that. “Eeeeiii-iieee...!”

The Drakling takes another sip of her cider, the wide smile playing at her lips briefly hidden behind that nicely made mug. Her meaty tail twitches, almost as if trying to pat the thin, fur-tipped one twisted tight around it.

“Really~...?” An attempt is made to keep that question quiet, but the alcohol that this particular Halfling – a brunette with taller ears, recognizable as the wife to Adeline’s youngest brother – has imbibed makes that a... a slightly difficult task.

“But~...!” That shocked gasp comes from another of those Halflings, this one with hair so fair it is nearly a golden ginger. “Heihihi~...!” She can’t help but giggle and laugh, her small hand raised up to half cover her crooked smile, mossy eyes not so subtly darting the Drakling’s way. “Sho big~...!”

“How~...?” “Hiehiheih~...!” “Take~...?” “–’d break~...!” Half a dozen unsteady voices speak and snicker over each other, their words and the mirthful sounds they make melding together into a muddled mess punctuated by the occasional, at least partially, coherent phrase. “–usht be bigger than–~...!” “–ttle ragdoll compar–~...!” “–ntire arm~...!” “Hiihiehih~...!” “So huge~...!” “–nd you –~...?” “Heeiiheheehhihei~...!”

Throughout all of that, Adeline continues to shrink further and further into herself. “Eeeiieeie...” She softly squeaks into the mug held in her trembling hands, seeking refuge in what scant cover it provides. But there is nothing that this increasingly embarrassed bunny-mouse can do to stop the intense blush colouring her cheeks from burning brighter and brighter with each beat of her little heart.

“WELL~!” That single shouted word causes just about all of these rather wasted women to flinch... included the one who loudly spat it out. “W-well~...!” She repeats herself, restlessly brushing aside a lock of brown hair that is so dark it may as well be black. Her tall rabbit ears twitch as her voice, hushed as it is, sounds so loud in the relative silence hanging beneath the boughs of this old rowan tree. “If little Adeline won’t... won’t tell ussh~...!” Her eyes, dark and hazy, turn towards the Drakling. “Owww!”

Ermelinde’s fist pulls away from that younger (than her) Halfling’s shoulder. “Matilda!” She scolds, shaking her head as she does so. “You’re a married woman...!”

“Not to one of yhour brothersh...!” The basically black haired Halfling blinks, her cheeks suddenly flushing a deep crimson. “I-I mean...! I didn’t...! I meant we c-could jusht ask Adeline’s fiancée di–hiic–rectly...!”

And just like that, nearly a dozen different eyes snap towards the Drakling.

A cold chill washes over Krvavy, a shuddering shiver slinking down her spine. She may be a big and fearsome barbarian, but... She now knows what a vegetable patch would feel, were a swarm of mice and rabbits to turn their attention towards it, ready to descend and tear each plant to pieces.

Krvavy... may be a little drunk.

“Eeeeeiihp...!” Adeline suddenly squeaks... into the drink she had been sipping on. “Hhhieechkk...!” She chokes just a little, gasping and sputtering as she drops that mostly empty mug and hastily scrambles back, as if to physically block those other women from reaching her Krvavy.

Which is quite the hopeless endeavour. Perhaps if there weren’t quite as many Halfling women here... But, as is, this small swarm of young housewives surges past her, surrounding the Drakling in just a couple of seconds.

“Eeiiiiip!” Even though she hasn’t risen onto her little bunny paw feet, remaining quite firmly on her knees, Adeline still finds herself tripping over one of the roots hidden beneath this picnic blanket. “Eeeiiiiiiee...!” Her head bumps into her barbaric lover’s breasts, her back falling right into Krvavy’s lap. “Eeeeeeeeeiiieieie...” She swiftly grabs those floppy ears of hers, hiding away behind them.

“Soooo... Miss Ker-vah-vee, is iht~?” The almost ginger Halfling is the first to speak, her giggly voice full of warmth and mirth... and more than a little unstable. “How~...! Hiehhihi~...! How do you bed our dear lil’ Adeline – hiiihiehi~...! – when you’re both women~?”

A blonde with noticeably darker hair buries her face into just one of her hands, the other rather occupied holding an alcohol filled mug of her own. “Gracelynn...!” She exasperatedly groans. “Were you not paying an...any attention...?!”

“Yeah~...!” The black haired bunny woman blurts out. “Didn’t yhou see~...? With those tight – hiiic~! – pants~...? This ‘Krvavy’ here is more than enough of a man, where it countssshh~...!”

The wobbly ginger blushes quite heavily at that comment. “I kn-know...!” She stammers back, turning her mossy eyes aside. “B-but...! Hiiihii...!” Tipsy as she is, that Halfling can’t help but nervously giggle. “Just l-look at her...!”

“She is quite... quite big...” Mutters the brunette with tall bunny ears, who this barbarian almost certainly was properly introduced to, at some point.

Adeline trembles, not bothering to even sit up as she remains half sprawled into her Draconic lover’s lap, shakily squeaking all the while “Eeeeiiieieeiieeeeiiee...” So overwhelmingly embarrassed as she is, this blushing bunny-mouse hardly even reacts as her younger sister – Jessamine – leans in and pokes the side of her head... possibly in hopes of snapping her out of this anxious spiral...?

“I... can’t imagine thaht she... she could even fit iht inside~...!” A different brunette makes that comment, taking a small sip of whatever drink she is holding in her hands. “Not without it... it really hurtinnng...!”

Another blonde, this one with slightly more sandy hair, nods in agreement... her round and rather mousy ears bobbing with that motion. “How d’you think they fuck~...?” She rather crudely questions, her ‘hushed’ voice so nearly a shout. A fact which earns her a bit of side eye from the others. These gathered women are, presumably, all mothers to rather young children, after all. Even if said children are not nearby, either having not been brought to this gathering, already been sent off to bed, or are busy being tossed into the air by a certain Were-Beast. “I mean... they obvioushly do~...! Somehow~...! You don’t wear such tight dresshes o-or tops that tits almosht spill out of without wanting to bang like bunniesh~...! So how~...?”

A pair of rich brown eyes are rolled in response to... all of that. “Obvioushly they prohbably jhust maybe use her fingershh...!” That slurred and not exactly properly spoken response passes through the parted lips of another one of the Halflings that this Drakling definitely got introduced to at some point, but whose name has since been forgotten.

“Haahh...!” The giggly ‘ginger’ gasps. “Oh, but look at the size of those~...! Even just a single one is bigg–~!”

“Rhubbinng...! Mhore than anythinngh...!”

The wide eyes focused on Krvavy all but force her to respond. But, even tipsy as she is, the barbarian knows better than to try to use her words. She stumbles over herself enough on a good day, when there isn’t this much attention on her...

And so, Krvavy simply lets her jaw go slack, pale lips pulling apart. The answer to these Halflings’ question slips free from her mouth, alongside a soft sigh.

“Oh~!” The slightly more bawdy black haired bunny woman gasps in shock and surprise, her dark eyes following the tapered tip of that Drakling’s long tongue, unable to look away from it. Her rosy cheeks flush even further as that... that thing... travels past Krvavy’s chin, showing no sign of stopping as it slowly descends down and down and down...

A sheen of glistening saliva coats Krvavy’s inhuman tongue, its increasingly exposed length catching the gentle lantern light in just the right way for it to glimmer and gleam, entrancing all who see it.

The tip of that perverse appendage passes over the pale backdrop of her throat, its deep and dark red looking almost black compared to her snowy skin. With ease it reaches her collarbone, long enough now for that thing to show off just how flexible it is, effortlessly curving and bending from side to side... twisting and turning as still it advances ever onward.

What passes through Krvavy’s parted lips only grows thicker and thicker. Soon enough, the little fleshy protrusions which line the upper edge of that inhumanly long tongue begin to catch on her sharp and carnivorous teeth, those nubs flicking forward as – one by one – they overcome that resistance.

A dollop of drool drips from the tip of that tapered thing, landing atop the diagonal scar that mars the pale expanse of Krvavy’s cleavage. Hardly a heartbeat later, her tongue touches that mark.

More soft gasps and muttered words are shared amongst that captivated crowd. So focused on that lewd appendage... they don’t notice Krvavy cheat, her head lowering enough for those lower horns of hers to press between shoulder and neck.

A tinge of discomfort echoes through the Drakling’s tongue as it stretches so close to its full length. She could push it just a bit further... but there is no need for that. Her target is within reach.

“Eeeeihp...!” Adeline squeaks in surprise as that slithering, snake-like thing taps the very tip of her little button nose. That contact causes her to jump just a bit, the floppy bunny ears covering most of her face slipping free from her grasp and dropping away as only her hands remain in place, palms quickly pressing into her brightly coloured cheeks. Twitching and trembling, her fingers part to let her wide and hazy hazel-brown eyes peer past them.

The Drakling’s tongue rises back up, bowed like a snake hanging from a branch as it slowly sweeps from left to right, ‘looking’ across this audience of intrigued and slightly scandalized housewives... before beginning to pull back, leisurely retreating past the pale lips that serve as the gate to its prison.

Stunned silence fills the fading shade of this old rowan tree, the clamouring noises of the clearing beyond going completely unheard.

The clack of Krvavy’s carnivorous teeth coming together once more serves as the first crack in that astonished quiet, snapping more than a few of these Halfling women from their surprised stupor.

“Wow~...!” That breathless gasp, awed and amazed, is just one of many sounds to be made. With each hushed voice, another finds the confidence to speak. Muted muttering quickly gives way to the droning buzz of a dozen voices speaking over each other as the chattering commences.

“So big~...!” Hands are held up, fingers curled to judge how thick that tongue was and palms pulled apart to gauge its length. “Did you shee –~?!” “– long too~...!” Only a few snippets of speech can be heard at a time, those salacious sentences smearing together into a cacophonous mess of objectifying thoughts. “How–~...?” “– don’t need to – hiiic – use the whole thing –~!” “– not too thick either~!”

A deep crimson hue quickly comes to colour Krvavy’s cheeks, her cup of cooling cider lifted up to at least partially hide her flushed and flustered face.

“Oh, but thoshe bumps~!” “What was uhp with them~!?” Still the blithering and blathering continues on, no end to that boisterous babbling in sight. “– bet they’d feel good – ow! Heyy!” Not even with the occasional interruption. Like, say, a slight whack accompanied by a reminder of a simple fact. “You’re a married wo...woman!” Or a slightly off topic response to that. “Yeah, one who wouldn’t mind her husshband givin her another kid, or two~!” “Even if it meant nho... no more drink?!” “For jusht a few months~!”

Adeline’s shoulder shifts, her little elbow bumping into the barbarian’s hipbone as she slowly and shakily pushes herself upright.

“Heiiihiehi~...!” “– so perverse~!” A few drinks are spilled, these gossipy women bumping into each other as they laugh and prattle away. Though, luckily, most of the mugs being held seem to have long since been emptied... Even if they have been refilled a fair few times already. “D’ya think all Dragons’re like that~?” “Well, they do kidnap pretty princessesh all the ti-ime~!” “You don’t mean~!”

Each short and shallow breath that the embarrassed bunny-mouse takes takes sees her nearly flat chest rapidly rise and fall within the tight confines of her regal dress. Her heartbeat is almost audible with how hastily it is drumming away, frantic and frenzied. That bottom-heavy blonde’s bountiful butt briefly squishes atop her significantly larger lover’s incredibly toned thigh, squirming and unable to stay still as she hesitantly begins to turn around, rising onto her knees in the process.

“Why else~?” Soft and velvety ears – be they tall and thin, long and droopy, or big and round – wobble to and fro as these snickering housewives continue on with their bawdy babbling. “Those are jusht storiesh!” “Are they~?” These discordant voices don’t quite reach the point of being shouts... but they aren’t exactly quiet either. “Thish one already has a princessh of her own~!” “Heieii-iihc-hhihehhi~!” “Sho imagine what a real Dragon’d do~!”

Eyes of a rich hazel-brown peer deep into an emerald pair, an enticing mix of uncertainty and confidence shining within them. Trembling fingers tentatively touch at a border of black scales, small palms pressing into cheeks long since coloured with a crimson blush. Two noses lightly touch, their tips nuzzling together.

Without any prompting or pressure... Adeline’s little lips press against Krvavy’s own, claiming a kiss that she so truly deserves.

The Drakling’s heart skips a beat, whatever tension or aching discomfort that may still linger in her muscles melts away in an instant. Her mostly empty mug of mulled cider is mindlessly placed aside, black-scaled hands swiftly finding purchase on the wondrously wide hips of her beautifully bottom-heavy bunny-mouse, helping to steady that shuddering Halfling of hers. Joy and love drift through Krvavy’s head like clouds across an otherwise empty sky, those light and fluffy feelings filling her with warmth. All thoughts that aren’t of this fiancée of hers are unceremoniously wiped away.

“Oh~! Look~!” It takes a few seconds for the audience to quiet down, their attention turning towards that sweet and wholesome show.

Well, sweet and wholesome to a degree.

As has been proven time and time again, this Dragon can’t quite keep her hands to herself when in the presence of those she so (im)purely loves. Be it her Were-Beast, silver-blonde brat, sweet berry, busty shortstack, or this beautiful bunny-mouse... She needs to hold her girls close whenever she can. She needs to feel their warmth, she needs to embrace them so fully, so completely, so utterly...

So it should be no surprise to see Krvavy quite quickly fall to temptation. Her strong fingers slide down the soft and smooth fabric of her beautiful little bunny’s regal dress, dropping just far enough to sink into the yielding flesh of Adeline’s ass, kneading and squeezing and groping and massaging that beautifully big butt to her hearts content.

“Mhhhhhnhhheeiihhmh~...!” Adeline moans into her Draconic lover’s mouth, overcome with love and adoration. Her tiny little tongue, trembling and clumsy as it is, licks and taps at Krvavy’s pale lips. “Hhhhiihh~...!” She happily squeaks as her request is reciprocated, saliva swapped in a lazy but lewd dance. “Hhhmmnhhhhhnh~...!”

Krvavy can taste the perry that her adorable Halfling has been sipping on all evening. That fermented pear juice is sweet and more sugary than the sharper apple cider that she has been drinking... But this Drakling still prefers her fiancée’s magically natural taste. The impression of beer and bread, odd as it may be, is more fitting for Adeline. It is hearty, fulfilling in ways that food could never hope to be.

“Haihihaha~! Oh, sis~!”

Those two words strike Adeline like a bolt of lightning. “Eeehhhhkk~...!” That bottom-heavy blonde abruptly pulls back, choking just a little as she all but coughs out a tongue that had been so close to entering her throat. “Hhkkhhh-hheeiieeeeie...!”

A wide and crooked grin fills Jessamine’s faintly flushed face, the younger sister to this heavily blushing blonde looking more than a little smug at the reaction her interruption earned. “I think itsh safe to say that – hiiic – tha I’m back to being the mosht innocent and pure sishter~!” Her, thankfully empty, hands shoot up into the air as she makes that cheerful declaration. “And you’re nhot even a mother yet~!”

“Eeeeeeieiieeeeie...!” Flustered beyond belief, this immensely embarrassed bunny-mouse grabs onto the edges of her barbaric lover’s barely buttoned blouse and, wasting not a second more, immediately buries her face between those pale breasts. Her thin fur-tipped tail tenses and twitches, briefly tightening its coiled grip around the Drakling’s much meatier one.

“Wait...!” The black haired Halfling suddenly gasps, drawing more than a few eyes her way. “If... tongue... looks like that...” She mutters those words so softly that they can barely be heard over all the other noises echoing around these gently rolling hills. “Then...” Her gaze slowly turns towards Krvavy... or, more specifically, towards Krvavy’s occupied lap. The rosy hue colouring her cheeks burns noticeably brighter. “Is –?”

Smmk!

Whatever inappropriate thoughts may be passing through that inebriated woman’s mind are quickly cut short as Adeline’s older sister softly smacks her on the back of the head.

“Alright, enough of thish.” Ermelinde sighs and shakes her head. “Adelll...” She pauses for a second, swaying slightly from side to side... despite still sitting on the ground. This particular Halfling woman may be a little more on the sober side compared to the rest of their little group... but she has still been drinking all evening. “Adeline only has sho much energy for social stuffff... so give ‘er some space... Besides~...” A teasing gleam dances across her hazel-brown eyes, lips curling into an impish grin. “If we want to hear mhore of the saucy detailssh... then maybe the princess will be up ferr it~?”

That catches the attention of these young, gossipy housewives. A dozen or so ears – mostly rabbit like ones, but some are reminiscent of a mouse as well – perk up.

“She defin...in...initely sheems more the type to – hiiic – talk...” The almost ginger Halfling isn’t the easiest to hear, her unsteady voice muffled by the mug held up to her mouth. “But... would we be a... a botherrh...?”

Ermelinde shrugs and, with some difficulty, rises up onto her bunny paw feet. “Lessh than we are now, to... to my dear lil’ sis... and the saviour that’ll shoon be wed t-to that princess...” She takes a long and deep breath, very slowly exhaling. “So come on, you damned tipshy tarts~...!”

“Hmh! We’re not –!”

“Matilda...” A dry, blank, and bored stare is levelled on that black haired Halfling. “You almosht asked what my sishter’s sweetheart’shh cock looked like.”

A peal of laughter dances through the air, snickering giggles overlapping as, one by one, these Halfling women push themselves up and off this picnic blanket. More than one topples back down to the ground, sometimes as a result of another knocking them over, but with enough time and enough helping hands...

“N-no, I...!” Tall rabbit ears, covered in a soft black fuzz, erratically twitch and flick around as that delayed denial is made. “I jusht thought it...! I woul... wouldn’t ashkk that...!”

Thnk.

The back of Krvavy’s head bumps into the clustered trunks of the old rowan tree, her emerald eyes peering up through its canopy. Past the gently glowing gourd lanterns, she catches a glimpse of the first stars to shine in the canvas of deep and dark purple that hangs so high overhead.

A peaceful quiet descends on this Drakling, the distant voices indistinct enough to be nothing more than background noise. That calm coaxes Adeline from her clingy cuddle, the beautiful girl squeaking so very softly as she rolls to the left, coming to sit on just one of Krvavy’s toned thighs. The side of her small head bumps into that barbarian’s bosom as she too peers up towards the soon-to-be night sky.