Eternally Bound: Part 10
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Demitra was literally jumping up and down in front of Ari and Six, showing her engagement ring off. While she didn't know the women that well, their constant presence had allowed them to become acquaintances the Elonian had come to respect. Ari had a sense of duty about her, an aura of discipline and eagerness to learn and adapt that reminded Demitra of the mentality of the Sunspear in Elona. Six, on the other hand, was a difficult one to figure out. Demitra had caught her staring at her gauntlets of ice with scrutiny, and had felt on more than one occasion the teen's internal turmoil, about not only Demitra's 'Djinniness,' but a hesitation about her own self that Demitra felt an acquaintance with and could relate to.
"This going to be how you say hello to people now?" Ember playfully scoffed.
"Oh, love, such a thing is incredible; would you not wish for me to show off?"
"Really? Ember, that is such wonderful news!" Six exclaimed.
Ariadne nodded. "Yes, congratulations!"
Demitra wrapped her arms tightly around her fiance, pulling her into a tight squeeze. Ember's face was absorbed into the woman's busty bosom, her muffled cries of alarm barely escaping, drowned by Demitra's excited laughter.
Paige came to stand with the women in the main foyer. "Demi, I believe Ember's trying to breathe," she said with a grin.
Six raised her eyebrows at the scene for a moment, then softly snickered.
"Apologies, dear heart. I am… I am just excited," Demitra said sheepishly, releasing her hold.
"I know, hon. It's cute. Really." Ember beamed a smile at her lover.
Sebastian and a few extra hands finished importing the boxes and bags from various shops the women had visited in Divinity's Reach. Paige's status as a noble came with a level of assurance from the shops that items may be tried on in the privacy of the estate, rather than in the marketplace itself. The women had practically split in all directions upon arrival anyway, so here, in the main receiving room, with the luxurious furnishings of House Dejarin, the women could try them on and decide which best suited their strategic purpose.
"This shall be like fashion week in Vabbi!" Demitra clapped her hands together. "Who is first?"
Paige glanced around, then decided to volunteer as to lead by example; walking around the corner to change.
Demitra pulled Ember to her, snuggled with her fiance. "I cannot wait to see your outfit, too, love."
"I… really wasn't too sure what look to go for, so I have a few. I just… want to look good," Ember said uncomfortably.
"The thing you choose to wear shall be amazing, no matter what it is, for you will be wearing it!" Demitra kissed the shorter woman's forehead.
Ari leaned down to Six and whispered, "You think they need a private room?"
The teen snickered.
Six hopped and clapped for Paige; Ari shared in her reaction. Demitra blushed and giggled, thinking of their previous interaction, while Ember grunted and raised an eyebrow.
"This a real person?" she asked.
"Well… It's a story. A story told to explain why a king of Ascalon lost a war long, long ago. See, the king was simply incompetent and he needed someone to blame for his own failures. Thus, the story of Shelarbra was concocted. See, back when…"
"I get it, already," Ember huffed.
"It is quite lovely, Lady Paige Dejarin," Demitra offered.
Paige slid the mask up and smiled. "Thank you all. I… I may have gone a bit overboard tying my ideas into the lore I've researched."
"That's alright; we all know you, Paige," Six smiled at her friend, patting her on the back as she returned to the group.
Demitra looked once more at her outfit, noticing details she hadn't before. When her gaze was caught by the woman, she offered a wink. Paige flushed, quickly hiding behind the mask. Between them, Ember's red eyes witnessed the exchange and silently laughed, knowing all too well the look Paige had received, and one need not be an empath to feel the tension in the air.
"I'll go next," Ember said, excusing herself.
"Huh… Usually the captain holds back," Ari said in a lower tone.
"She seemed pretty excited at the marketplace. I think she secretly enjoys dressing up, even if she doesn't show it." All eyes turned in unison to Demitra, who had been the embodiment of excitement for the occasion.
She blinked a few times. "What?" she asked, clueless.
The women glanced at each other, then burst into laughter. After a few minutes, Demitra repeated her question, again causing uncontrollable belly laughs.
Ember's appearance lit up the room, halting their exchange. It was a suit of fire and flame, metallic fragments and armor pieces laid over top. The helmet was of horns and spikes, a facemask of a god.
"B-Balthazar?" Ari's hand drifted to her weapon, instinctively.
Six simply raised her eyebrow.
"Um… Ember? It's lifelike, sure. But… I mean, isn't it still a touch too soon? Some that worshiped him lost their god." Paige tried to be as delicate as she could.
"It is very 'Ember,' with the sword and total look," Ari said nodding. "I have something similar to wear," she said walking toward the other room. "I'll go next."
Demitra regarded her fiance's costume. "How would I… Where would I?" she asked, only half teasing. "Does the helm even detach?"
Ember blinked beneath the mask. "Why would I want to remove the helmet?"
Six and Paige both giggled.
Ariadne strolled out in a altered version of the Balthazar costume. Her boots were heavy and thudded with each long stride. "I believe it's a norn-inspired version of a human god. Kinda fun, right?"
Demitra tapped her chin a moment, looking at both. "Would it not raise suspicions, having two Balthazar-types?"
Paige scratched her head. "Not entirely sure. There are multiple kinds of witches and mummies and such, I'm sure, but to have multiples of a specific god may defeat our purpose of staying a bit low-key."
"I have some other options," Ember shrugged.
"Okay," Paige said, patting Six on the back, "after Six and Demi have a turn, we can circle back, yeah?"
"Oh! Me? Um… Okay," Six said, a bit startled the attention was suddenly on her. She went to hurriedly put on her outfit, reemerging in a very form-fitting outfit of blacks and greens. The ensemble was topped with a pointed sedge hat, talismans with runes hanging off the brim. While the top was clearly not part of the outfit's design, it complimented it well. "The man who sold it to me said that I didn't really need the top, but I bought it anyway," Six explained.
Ari laughed. "He probably just wanted to see your tits."
"Ari!" Paige jokingly scolded, playfully smacking the woman's arm. She regarded the teen. "Wow, Six… It's very nice," she said with a gracious smile.
Six shrugged a shoulder, returned to the group, then began digging at the thong riding up her bottom.
Lady Paige cleared her throat and slapped Six's hip. "Six, perhaps excuse yourself or use your spells to… pluck it out."
Six blinked a few times then nodded. She honestly didn't know how people wore such clothes, and would have been perfectly happy entering into the Mad Realm skyclad. Grumbling and walking a bit bow-legged from the material, Six ventured away from the group to handle her problem.
"Well, I do have another outfit, but if you want to go, Demi?" Ember rubbed the Elonian's back.
"Oh, it is quite alright; I am having a very good time as it is. Go, my love. Let us see what else you have," Demitra urged.
Ember gave her a peck on the cheek before running to the back room. She was gone for a bit longer than anyone anticipated and after a few thuds, Paige urged Demitra to check on her. The Elonian took a few steps forward asking if her help was needed, before Ember jumped out saying, "Boo!"
Demitra shrieked, took a step back, and almost manifested weapons, before she realized it was Ember's costume.
"Oh! The Mad King himself! Wow! That's a great look, Ember, with the fire (of course the fire!)" Paige applauded, triumphantly. "Hey Ari, take a look!" She elbowed the woman.
Ari had removed her armor, was putting it into her pack. She looked up with wide eyes. "Whoa! Captain! That is amazing, and accurate, if I remember correctly from seeing the Mad King last year."
The pumpkin head looked to Demitra and tilted. "Love? Do you approve?"
"I… I do not wish to be dismissive, my heart. But, would this not yield the same results as two Balthazars? This Mad King is surely not so mad as to mistake your costume for his person… If he were to see a smaller version of himself, we are likely to be discovered, are we not?" Demitra tapped her chin.
"Quite honestly, the Mad King may very well take a likeness of him as flattery. Yet…" Paige trailed off, trying to find the words.
"If he shows up, I'll consume him." Ember said as though it were a viable option.
Paige sighed. "Ember, even if you could… eat him…" Her nose wrinkled at the thought. "Once the ritual starts, it can't be interrupted. We have only one shot at it."
Ember crossed her arms, stuck her tongue out underneath the pumpkin, then retreated back to Demitra.
Ari hoisted her pack onto her shoulder. "I am sorry, I must be going."
"Oh, no! Wait! I have one more costume I wanted you to see. That is… if you don't mind Demi? I know you haven't gotten a turn and you were the most excited…" Paige blinked large cat-like eyes, using a tool in her arsenal she saved for special occasions.
Demitra nodded. "Very well, Lady Paige Dejarin."
While Paige happily ran to the backroom to get ready, a thought occurred to Ember, and she mischievously grinned beneath her mask. "Demi, I've seen her next costume. She has a hard time getting it on… perhaps you could help her?" Whether the pumpkin helm did its job and shielded her from the empath, or something about Demitra's own excitement blocked it, Ember was happy to see Demitra take her up on her suggestion.
The Elonian strolled to the other room, followed Paige's path. She rounded the corner and stopped abruptly. In her view was the slender dark-skinned woman, bent over, struggling with a sheer lace thong half way up her thighs, caught on interlacing cobweb stockings. Demitra's lips curled as she realized Ember's subterfuge and allowed herself to silently take in the sight a moment before she spoke. "Lady Paige Dejarin, I am here to assist…"
Paige yelped, staggered, not able to move her legs and regain her footing due to the panty's restraint, and she toppled over, landing much as she had done earlier, this time with only the webbed stockings on - her bare bottom clumsily exposed in the air.
Demitra's abilities picked up the unexpected panic and embarrassment from Paige, and at once she felt sorrow for her actions. She bent down, helped the woman sit up, and handed her the outer dress of the costume as cover. "I… I am very sorry Paige," she said beneath liquid eyes.
Paige held the dress over her body, attempting some amount of modesty. "I… I'm just not as comfortable (with my body)." Her face was red both from exposure and from the confession.
"You should not be," Demitra said as she put her arms over the woman's naked shoulders. "I happen to find you quite alluring; exquisite, in fact," Demitra said in almost a whisper.
Her hot breath made Paige's skin crawl, and the woman almost fell into the sensation, longing to drop the dress and give into the temptation. Soft lips came to the woman's cheek and she froze.
"I shall let you dress; forgive me, Paige," Demitra said softly, before rising and exiting the room.
Paige watched the woman's bottom sway as she left, and let out a deep breath. "What… what are you thinking, Paige," she whispered to herself.
Ember took Demitra's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Everything looked okay, hon?" she teased.
Demitra's face had darkened. "Yes, love. I… You knew what you were doing."
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Ember protested, grinning under her mask. She reached down and grabbed a handful of her fiance's rear.
Demitra slapped the skeletal hand from her butt. "Stop that; I wish not to be gropped by the Mad King!"
"Could be fun," Ember giggled.
Paige surfaced after a few minutes clad in the web stockings and small lacy sheer dress, topped with a long-sleeved blouse which tightly hugged the woman's frame. "This, ladies, is Arch-seer Dranilian! She was (as you can see) a seductress: a phantom and wraith who could take on human form to find ladies to add to her… um… harem," she said slightly blushing. Her eyes were made to avoid Demitra during her entire presentation.
Ember giggled and joked, "So you gonna add Demitra to your harem?"
Paige's eyes grew wide and her face flushed. "Um… What? I mean… It's just a story… I wasn't… Oh, I- I wasn't suggesting… I…"
Demitra locked eyes with the woman and smiled flirtatiously. "Tis as lovely as you, Lady Paige Dejarin."
Paige's entire body was as shaky as her voice. "So… Who, um… Who's next?" she asked, changing the subject and retreating back to the group.
An unheard suggestion was whispered from Demitra to Ember, with a nod of the pumpkin's head in agreement. The Elonian raised up with the largest smile on her face. "I shall go!" she exclaimed walking to what had become the modeling location. "This first thing is not a costume, but a magical transmutation potion I purchased. I was told it is truly terrifying, so you may wish to take a few steps back," her voice was coyly spooky.
Ari laughed. "Well, we can't say we weren't warned. Do your worst then, a good scare is welcomed!"
Paige, Ari, and even Ember all simultaneously awed. Paige forgot the previous events, as the sheer cuteness of the stuffed animal overwhelmed her. She ran up and knelt beside the transformed Demitra, almost sliding on her knees. Ember and Ari followed.
"You are so cute!" Paige said in singsong.
"Am I not… terrifying?" Demitra's voice squeaked out like the voice of a fairy.
Ember giggled, her eyes beneath her helm exclaiming stars. "You are amazingly cute, sweetheart!"
"I may pass out from the cuteness: death by cuteness!" Ari laughed.
"The vendor said it was a terrifying tonic. I… I believe I have been swindled."
"Oh let him go on this one. It's truly adorable and this has just made my day."
"You are very adorable, honey!" Ember said, still basking in the cuteness.
Paige couldn't stand it any longer. She reached to pet the toy griffon, while Ember followed suit and scratched behind Demitra's ears. She began to giggle and involuntarily thump her back paw against the floor.
"Th-That tickles!" Demitra exclaimed, the sensation of the touches almost sending her body into euphoria.
"This is just the best thing!" Ember said stroking the griffon's back.
Paige moved her hand under Demitra's beak, scratching a spot beneath her chin. "How's that?"
Demitra's tail wagged and she collapsed onto Paige's lap from the pleasure. "Oh… Oh my… That feels wondrous," her tiny voice said.
Ari chuckled and stood. "I really should be going now," she announced.
Paige and Ember both dismissed the woman at the same time, then realized they had done so, looked at each other and laughed.
Returning their attention to Demitra, they saw the woman back to normal, with her head still in Paige's lap as she moaned softly, eyes closed. Paige paused stroking her hair for a moment, looked up at Ember with a guilty look. "Should I… um… stop?"
Ember shrugged. "It's still cute."
"Do not stop, Lady Paige Dejarin," Demitra whimpered. "This is ecstasy; no wonder animals enjoy it so."
Paige swallowed the lump in her throat, continued running her hand through the woman's snow-colored hair. "Well, I know I always enjoyed my hair being played with. I'm like a cat in that way, I suppose."
Demitra fell into the moment and purred. It took a few more minutes before she opened her eyes, realized she now had legs, no paws, no tail and no longer had wings. Her eyes grew wide at the realization.
"Having fun?" Ember giggled.
The woman sat up quickly, looking sheepish and apologetic. "Sorry, love. I… I was caught up in th-."
"In ecstasy?" Ember took pleasure in seeing Demitra's uncomfortableness.
"I… Oh! I will go put on the second costume of which I purchased!" Demitra quickly turned, vanished into the other room.
Paige nervously wrung her hands. "I… uh, couldn't… not pet her as a cute stuffed griffon. I… Um, sorry about that."
Ember snickered. "Usually that's my line. But don't be. It was cute. She's always so afraid to let herself go after all that's been going on. It was good to let her escape; you enjoyed it too, didn't you?"
The red eyes of the woman flashed at Paige from beneath the pumpkin mask. She was suddenly very aware they had been left alone. Having known each other since they were little, it wasn't an uncommon occurrence, but Paige felt the guilt of having seen Ember at her most exposed and vulnerable, and had been struggling to not look at her in that way. With Demitra around, it seemed easy to do: the Elonian exuded sexuality, but here in the flickering fireplace light, alone with Ember, her mind raced. "I… did," was all she was able to say.
Demitra reappeared, walking out in nothing but straps and what appeared to be a tiny leather bikini made to resemble bats. The entire outfit consisted of belts and straps and harnesses that appeared to have more in common with a kinky night's rendezvous than it did as a costume. "Tis a traditional haunted Nightmare Court disguise, yes? How do I loo-"
"Oh my!" Ember said, pretending to faint on the floor. Neither Paige nor Demitra got the joke - both thinking the woman had actually collapsed.
"Ember!" Paige said, sliding over to the woman.
"Ember?" Demitra quickly bent down to help her love, almost completely falling out of her top.
Paige looked over, immediately zeroing in on the woman's bosom, brimming from the leather, seconds away from being completely exposed. She tried her best to avert her eyes. "Oh Goddess," she murmured.
"Love, did I frighten you? My apology!"
"Who sold you that as a Mad King's night costume, Demi?" Smoke began to find its way out of the pumpkin mask as she stared at her lover's look.
"Indeed; he spoke a bit of Elonian… Perhaps there was a miscommunication?" Demitra tapped her chin, considering.
"Demi… I'm pretty sure the merchant was a pervert who just wanted to see you in something that's so (Oh Goddess!)… revealing…" Paige's breaths were short.
Demitra looked down at herself. "I thought it a bit too small to be frightening…"
"You have to feel our reaction. It's not fright… It's… Oh you must feel it from us!"
"I have been attempting to suppress," she said removing the blocks. Instantly, the women's lustfully charged emotions crashed into her like a tidal-wave. She breathed heavily, longingly, almost shutting her eyes at the overwhelming sensation of passion. "Oh! Oh, my… I… You both… It is almost… too much…"
Ember squirmed on the floor. "You're making it worse, Demi!"
Paige gasped, rose to her feet, retreating to a nearby desk. She opened a drawer, pulled out a bottle of spirits, panting as if she'd just ran a marathon. "Goddess, I need a drink." She downed a double with one gulp, leaned against the desk, fingernails scratching at the wood. "I… I can't get you out of my mind. Either of you. Perhaps this bottle will help with that," she said a bit louder than she'd intended. The confounding feelings and salaciousness had finally caught up to her.
Ember looked at Demitra. "Go. Talk to her. You're better at this than I am, anyway. I'll go slip into my final outfit." The small woman pressed her lips to the Elonian's then quickly retreated back to the changing room.
Demitra took in a deep breath, approached the woman. Paige was fumbling with the cork, nervously and unsuccessfully attempting to put it back on. She softly whispered, "Paige?"
Paige screeched, knocked over the bottle as she whirled around, completely shaken. "Oh… um… Demi… Hi. Uh, I was just… Well, I'm really sorry about that. I, didn't mean to put you on the spot like that… I… um… Well, you can already feel it from me, can't you? You already know." Her voice was wavy and she stuttered more than once, but she felt as though she got her point across.
Demitra nodded, adjusted her top to re-situate a breast that had become exposed. She saw Paige's struggle not to stare at her nipple-ring, and wanted this conversation to be a serious one. She reached out and took the woman's hands, smiling warmly.
"I'm sorry, Demitra. I didn't want to make any of this awkward. I just- Woah, Demi!" Paige was unknowingly pulled into the woman, who wrapped her arms around her and whispered in her ear. She gasped as their bodies co-mingled, feeling the warmth through the threadbare outfits they both wore.
"Paige, tis nothing to be ashamed of," Demitra said in the softest of whispers.
"Oh… Oh! Ember! I uh… Look at her outfit, she's gorgeous! I'm… I'm trying to… Could you? Would you mind…" Paige wiggled in the Elonian's arms.
Demitra regarded Ember, not relinquishing her hug. "Dear, our friend is frazzled; Come I believe she needs this."
Ember approached the women with an inviting smile and wrapped her arms around them both.
Paige stopped fighting, drooping into the cuddle. "I'm so sorry. I just…" she sniffled then changed the subject to avoid crying. "You really do look cute, Ember."
"Tis quite lovely, indeed, dear heart! Both frightening and quite cute," Demitra gave them both a squeeze.
Paige buried her head. "Cute isn't half of it… for either of you. It's just hard for me sometimes. I… I'm not like you," tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Lady Pa… Paige: you are much more attractive than I know you to believe. We both think so, Ember and I."
"Do you really?" Paige said bashfully.
Ember nodded and gave a wink to Demitra. "We do. Like, remember the night I came home from the war? It… it was really hard not to make a move. You've turned into this amazing person with an incredible weight on your shoulders, and that's incredibly attractive."
"And, like the night you watched us," Demitra added, as though it were common knowledge.
Paige hesitantly shifted her weight. "I… Um… I had a feeling you may have saw me… I… I just couldn't stop myself. I know Nalla is far away, but I don't know what to do with these… feelings. Geoffry never touched me; I never loved Eilgri. Yet, what I've been feeling for you both… I don't know what to do."
Ember blinked. "You… You watched us?"
Paige wrung her hands together, dropping her head. "I'm… I'm so sorry."
"Shhh. You have nothing to be sorry about, Paige," Demitra brought a finger to the woman's lips. "I used my magic to cover the doorway from the inside, to contain your anonymity and modesty, allowing you to enjoy yourself."
Ember slightly giggled - a reaction Paige was certainly not expecting. What she said next was even more unexpected. "I mean… next time, just come in."
Paige's lip quivered and her heart pounded.
"In fact… Ember and I have spoken at length on the subject. It is not unusual for Elonians to have, as you said earlier, harems. And both Ember and I wish for you to be part of ours."
Paige was astounded, shocked at the proposal. One didn't need to be empathic to read the woman's inner feelings. Her mouth was agape and she slightly broke into a sweat as her body flushed with heat. "C-come again?"
"Only if you want," Ember said with a delicateness she rarely used.
"I mean… I've read about… You want me to…" Paige's mind explored a million different questions; she had difficulties trying to hold onto just one.
"And, you do not have to make such an important decision now, dear Paige. I know your heart has also been taken by another," Demitra said compassionately.
Paige gasped. "Oh! Nalla! I… What would this mean for her? I mean, I know she's away for a very important purpose, but… Oh Gods! I'm so lonely. Demi, I know you've felt it. And, I'm so fond of you both…" She found herself wanting to pace while thinking aloud. "I don't even know if she'd understand. I mean, she calls me her poobah, and she said she loves me. I just.. Oh, I want to kiss you both so badly…" She suddenly stopped, realizing she let slip a stray thought.
Ember brought Paige's hand up to trace the brim of her top. "Do whatever you want, okay?" she said with a grin.
"We wish for you to be as comfortable as possible. So rather than… continuing… perhaps, reflection and consideration with a visitation to your asuran friend. Regardless of your decision, we both have love for you. "
"I'll speak with her first then," Paige said in short breaths. It was the right thing to do, but the intensity of the current situation was difficult to ignore. She looked at Demitra's emeralds and Ember's rubies. "You should know that I… I love you both. I don't love you Demi just because you saved Nalla. I love you because you are intelligent, encouraging, and fun. Ember: I don't love you because you protect my people, but because you are brave, bold, and determined."
"Tis the reason I love her too. And, you, Lady Paige Dejarin, are strong, confident, compassionate, and (although I know you think otherwise), sexy." Demitra smiled lovingly.
"But you… are the embodiment of sexy; just look at the outfit you…"
Demitra took a moment to look over her outfit, adjusted her top to stop her breasts from freeing themselves. "This? This is a reminder of how foreign this place still is to me. I am bamboozled by merchants here, apparently."
Both women laughed. Ember put her head on the woman's shoulder. "I can't complain about the results though, my love," Ember giggled.
Paige downed her head. "Will you… wait for me to choose?"
"We shall. Perhaps you shall not have to choose either, but rather, all. Your asura friend may very well be receptive."
Ember frowned, but said nothing the suggestion.
Paige kept her head down, unsure of where she should look. "I dare not dream that I could be so fortunate. Father… Well, father's led me to believe that romantic happiness doesn't last, and… well, I have had nothing yet to disprove that. Oh how I pray to the Gods he is wrong. I just want to…"
After what seemed to Paige like a moment frozen in time, the Elonian pulled back, without saying a word. Her eyes were sparkling and Paige could see her own amazed expression reflected back. She looked at Ember to gauge her reaction, when Demitra slipped her hand around Ember's waste and pulled her into Paige.
Ember's eyes were surprised but the moment her lips touched Paige's, she gave into the pleasure. Since she had gotten back from the war, Paige had been there for her; gave her a place to belong, and the poise and grace the woman had shown had enthralled Ember. Her head smoked a few wisps.
Paige moaned softly, then pulled back to see Ember's eyes closed and lips still puckered. She softly giggled. "Wow."
Ember snapped out of it, and giggled as well. "Wow… yes, wow."
Paige looked back to Demitra, her expression waring between gratitude and need.
Demitra's stomach tightened as she felt the woman's lustful longing. "I can… feel how badly you… we all want this. I…" she took in a deep breath. "I respect your restraint. I fear if we are here much longer, such will not be the case."
Ember licked her lips. "Restraint be damned," she said with a grin.
"Matters of the heart should not be wantonly thrown about. Ember, we should go. Perhaps I shall model for you my final outfit?" Demitra flirted. She turned on her heal, began to sway her hips as she walked, revealing the outfit had straps that converged into a thong squarely placed into her behind. Both women stared with their mouths agape.
Paige leaned to Ember. "Ember, how is it you don't… you know… jump on her every chance you get?"
Ember winked at the woman. "Who said I don't?"
Demitra paused and turned to the women with a smirk. She was about to call for Ember, when she accidentally hiccuped, momentarily turning back into the stuffed griffon from the potion.
Both Ember and Paige awed in unison.
[To Be Continued...]
