Agree.

“Deal.” The redhead nodded. “I'm Ashley by the way.”

Dropping from the trees, the woman landed light as a feather. The woman had long, lush, white hair, done up in a pony tail with the bangs framing her gorgeous face. Her skin was a dark ebony, and she possessed a shapely figure. The elven sharpness of her chiseled face, and those crystal blue eyes were breath taking.

She wore a provocative outfit that showed off her athletic build, and large breasts. Her black leather boots ended at the ankle, and became a series of leather straps, that crawled up her leg, ending mid thigh, and leaving a lot of skin peeking through. Her top was like a leather vest, but the front was composed of spider like straps crossing in front of her huge tits, leaving much of the glorious orbs visible through the gaps. Her toned stomach was flat as a washboard, and her round ass was barely concealed in a leather thong, that showed her ebony cheeks to perfection. A thick gold chain decorated her hips at a slant, and a matching gold pendant hung from a belly piercing On her right arm, she wore a black leather gauntlet with gold designs emblazoned from the knuckles to the elbow.

The dark elf walked toward her, her hips moving seductively, as the older elf smiled at her. “I'm the wicked witch of the forest.” She teased.

Blushing hard, the pretty redhead's mouth fell open just a little, as she stared at the exotic beauty. “Should, I just call you Wicked, for short?”

“Oh. I like that.” The woman giggled, turning and heading deeper into the forest. “Come on, for a half-elf, you're a horrible tracker.”

“I worked the counter at a butcher's shop up until a few days ago.” Ashley muttered embarrassed, jogging to catch up.

“Vacation?” The dark elf teased, holding out her hand to the busty redhead.

“Hardly.” Ash grumbled, taking her hand.

“Well do tell.” Wicked prompted. “I get visitors so rarely these days.” She smiled squeezing her hand affectionately

Ash wasn't sure why, but she trusted this woman, she just let herself start talking. She talked about where she grew up, how she had gotten in this predicament in the first place. She even talked about how she had lost her virginity, and killed a man. But most of all how she didn't understand this place, she now found herself in.

“You ever wonder why it's called the Dragon's Circle?” Wicked asked after a brief moment. “A creature of such power, chasing it's own tail? The circle isn't a spot in the middle of an ocean. It's a vortex, a ripple in space, allowing bordering worlds to slip through to our realm. You're not in your world anymore. You're in mine. No one knows if anyone can get back through those storms. Your parents may be alive, somewhere in this world. Perhaps still looking for a way back to you.”

Ashley smiled, liking the idea, but trying not to get her hopes up. If this brief couple of weeks had taught her anything, it was concentrate on the moment. Think about the future when you have time.

Suddenly the two walked into a small grove, where a finely built house stood near the center. A campfire sat several feet before it, and off to the side, was a shed. Sitting at the campfire was a young man dressed in tight leather armor, and baggy pants. He seemed to be cooking a stew over the flame in a black pot, suspended by a series of wooden poles.

“Welcome back mistress.” The man smiled, hopping to his feet, checking the both of them out, with lascivious eyes.

Wicked smiled at him. “Hello Dirt. Dirt, this is Ashley, our guest.”