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"That sounds very interesting." Maxwell said as he concentrated on how the density of the energy in comparison of how much energy was used to figure out how much more it would be to have a dagger of reasonable size with the same result.

Maxwell:
You figure that it'll require about three or four times the amount of energy that you have.

Kirino:
"We're fine," Rai'o replies. "I'd tell you how close we are, but I can't see through the buck."
"Yes, Meela is here," Jima'ei says. "She seems to like lounging on my shoulders."

I start running my hand up and down Silla's body slowly.
"So how's it feel?" I whisper into her ear playfully. There was a ton of ways she could answer, and I was curious to what she'll refer too...

Eleutherius:
As you approach the river, you see Mashai'i lying on what looks like a small island in the river, Moriah getting frisky with the strange female anthro fox you saw her and Mashai'i with last night, and Amadahy in Hahai'i's arms in the water. Everyone there is completely naked, though Moriah is sporting a translucent-green dress that looks like it's made of energy from the Green Ring. Amadahy's clothes have been discarded on the shore. Shitai'ei giggles as everyone comes into view.
"I'm surprised they got Mashai'i that far out there," she says. "He's deathly afraid of not touching solid ground."

Moriah:
"Mmm..." Silla says. "It feels good..."
She leans her head back on your shoulder.
"I always loved it when people would pet me like this..." she says.

Manra & Kirino:
You see the marketplace in front of you. It's a big conglomerate of various types of vendors buying and selling their wares and foodstuffs.

I continue to stroke her. However, it becomes less of an up and down motion and more of a petting motion, and it becomes slower and more loving and personal. I work my long nails into it to give it a slight scratch to it, like how one might scratch a normal cat or dog.
"Then just lay back and relax... there's nothing to worry about... no time limit, no having to meet a quota... just me..." I whipser into her ear.

As the food came, he took a big bite of the venison, eating it fast, but slow enough to savor the flavor. "Oh, so good."

Maxwell:
Mihi'o eats quietly, interspersing her bites with sips of mead.
You can tell that she's actually enjoying it, but doesn't want to admit it.

Moriah:
"Oh, Moriah," Silla says weakly. "Where did you learn to pet a girl like this?"
She is clearly enjoying this much like a common house pet would enjoy it.

As the venison amount that he had lessened and lessened, he began to gulp down the mead, slowly but still gulping it down. "Do you like the food?" Maxwell said while swallowing the food in his mouth.