Ignoring the ridiculous and offensive old human entirely you decide to address the only person of interest in the group.
You cross your arms, one over your chest and one over your stomach in what you believe to be a gesture of servitude.
Foxy bows too, with one paw outstretched. And even Stupid-bird manages to position his wings in a regal pose.
"Good eventide, Mistress Lady," you say to the female who you presume is in charge, as she stirs herself to notice you.
"You spend your nights in these woods, do you boy?" She says in her cascading voice as she moves gracefully toward you with a sway of the hip and a seductive swing of the breast.
The elf forces her face into a smile, waves off your formal gesture, and then pushes on toward Foxy.
"Yes Mistress! I do."
You drop your arms like a bundle of logs, you wonder if you had saluted correctly.
"I must report mistress, that something is very wrong above. I heard strange sounds I have never known before. Very loud and widespread sounds."
"I know how you feel," replied the elf. "There's something wrong. I can feel it too," She whispers as she moves closer to the vixen and rubs her hands all over her velvet head. "And yet we have found you, the first treasure of this travail." |