Some where in time

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He had a fleeting glimpse of it once before. Worlds, so very unlike his own, existed; that knowledge gave birth to an all-consuming drive to travel there. His pale skin faintly glimmered as if he had silver throughout his pores, just waiting to seep from his body. Pale hair, almost white, flowed freely down the middle of his back, rustled by the wind.

Brushing it back, he eyed the human before him, saying, “It is time, open the gate that will take me there.”

The old human, his hair long passed silver to a bleached white, looked up. “Are you sure you wish to do this?”

The elf held up a ruby the size of a baby’s fist and said, “As long as you are sure this will work, then yes.”

The old man snuffed, “Of course it will work as long as the place you described is not a magic free world.”

“It can’t be; I saw it through magic.”

“Very well, when do you wish to go?”

“It will take you ten minutes to cast the spell, start in an hour and I will be ready.”

Leaving the mages tower, the elf returned to the town. Entering the inn, the corpulent innkeeper greeted him with a smile and a booming voice, “Lord Malwyn! News of your presence here has reached far and wide, the inn is nearly bursting at the seams with those who wish to hear your stories, and songs.”

Looking at him, Malwyn smiled, “Send them back inn keep. I am leaving before the hour is done.”

The smile fell from the inn keeper’s face like an avalanche, “But, you said…”

The elf’s face tightened as he said, “Things changed.”

Bounding up the stairs two and three at a time, Malwyn arrived at his room, and packed his bags. Taking his time, he loaded his gear up, preparing for a long stay away. Ignoring the innkeeper’s pleas as he walked out of the inn, he nearly sprinted to the tower again.

Magic could be felt from outside, the hair on his head nearly standing on end as he entered.

“It is ready,” the old man said. His voice was weak and thin, the exertion took its toll on him.

“Good,” Malwyn said as he dropped a heavy bag on a side table. “The head your requested is within.”

The old man nodded, “As agreed, I will hold it open for ten minutes, no longer.”

Malwyn nodded and stepped through the translucent circle on the floor.

Stepping through he stood on a patch of grass, surrounded by trees. Looking around him, he saw a large flat rock behind him, deep grooves cut into it in parallel lines.

On the rock stood three men, two holding a woman down, her screams increasing in volume by the moment. The third man, kneeling between her legs was busily working at his belt, trying to undue his pants. Malwyn looked over the scene a moment or two until the he was noticed. The three men charged at him, screaming something he could not understand.

As they arrived, Malwyn whipped out a dagger, throwing into the first man’s throat, the blade slicing up through the throat entering the man’s brain. The other two stopped for a moment, looking in shock at the scene before them. That pause was fatal for both men.

His blade flashed left then right. A thin line on each of their throats immediately preceded two fountains of blood as each man dropped to his knees, the life draining from them. Taking a quick minute to examine each man, he took everything in their pockets and dropped it into one of his bags. Chanting words of arcane power, words she had not heard before, Malwyn approached the woman on the rock, and asked in a dulcet tenor, “Did they harm you overly much?”

Hannah glanced down at the watch on her wrist, smirking to herself as she noticed the time. She was going fast today, enough that she may even set a new personal best for her run. The burning in the backs of her thighs felt great as she reached down and found a bit of extra energy, pushing herself to move just a little faster. The fast paced mix pumping through her headphones, combined with the surge of blood coursing through her head and her heavy breathing were the only sounds she heard, enveloping her in her own little bubble of existence. She didn't even notice the few people she passed, it was so early there weren't many around yet. She glanced up and saw the sun peeking over the tops of the trees, beginning to brighten the world around her. She had to keep up; if the sun reached the top of the sky before she finished, it would be too hot to maintain up her pace. Pushing herself again, she picked up a little speed to round the corner and head into the home stretch.

Suddenly, Hannah was on the ground. A massive weight had barreled into her from behind and held her pinned against the asphalt path winding through the park. The weight lifted and then yanked her up, one hand on her upper arm, anther on the fabric of her racer-back tank top running between her shoulder blades. Another set of hands grabbed her wrists and held them steady behind her back as they began moving off the path and towards the woods beyond. Panic fueled the fight that took over her muscles as she began to struggle beneath the strong hands, she grunted and kicked, shook her shoulders and whipped her head around. She managed to shake one earbud loose and the world's noises came pouring into her brain, accompanied by the thump of the beat still playing. The grass sounded soft and wet beneath rushing footsteps. Twigs snapped underneath as they moved deeper. Hannah let her legs fall limp, the burning protest of her muscles becoming too much and instead, tried to make them as heavy as she could, dragging her feet behind her.

"Alright, that's it... I'm picking her up." A gruff voice sounded rather annoyed before her hands were released. A man stepped around her without even glancing at her face and took her around her waist, lifting her and folding her over his shoulder. She tried to struggle again but stopped as quickly as she started, lifting her head to notice a second man walking behind them, carefully pulling a switchblade open and displaying it for her.

"Fuck..." she breathed as she realized just what was happening. She had to get away and quickly. They entered a clearing and the man carrying her unceremoniously dropped her. He came around her left as the switchblade man came around her right. Together, the hauled her to her feet and backed her towards a large rock.

"Yeah, put her right there... good. Now hold her." A voice came out of nowhere and a face hovered above her body as she was stretched across the rock and held down by her shoulders and hips. The third man grinned at her before kneeling down and bringing his face to hers.

"You're going to like this, trust me, and you're going to want to keep quiet. It'll go better for you if you're quiet, 'cus I tend to get a little rough with toys that are too loud. You understand?"

Hannah's eyes were large and round as she stared at the man. He reached down and plucked the remaining earbud from her, gathering the cord and tracing it down to the player tucked into her sports bra. With rough fingers, he fished it out and tossed it aside, returning his hands to her chest. He traced around the sides of her breasts as tears sprung to her eyes. She felt the panic rising like bile in her throat and she screamed as his hands slipped lower, across her abdomen and down her hips. They went higher again, pushing her top up over her chest. His fingers found a nipple beneath the fabric of her bra and pinched it hard.

"I told you to be quiet."

She struggled harder as he dragged his fingers back down, hooking them into the waistband of her shorts and yanking them down. He chuckled to himself, casting a satisfied grin to the other two men. They shifted restlessly, hands like steel bars across her flesh, itchy and anxious for their own turns. As the third man straightened up and began to fumble with his belt buckle, Hannah screamed louder, desperate to break free.

Suddenly, the men turned from her as one. They mumbled words of surprise as they noticed something beyond her field of vision. The man kneeling in front of her stood and raced away, soon followed by the two holding her down. Bewildered, Hannah sat up and pulled her clothing back into place. Looking out into the directions the men had ran, she gasped. The men were dead. All three of them lay sprawled on the ground, blood shining in the grass around them.

A man stood and looked down at them, a blade shimmering in his hand. He looked up at her and came towards her.

"Stay back, please..." she put her hands out in front of her and pulled her feet onto the rock as tears filled her eyes. The three men had been brutal with her but this one seemed to have no problem killing all three of them. He could make quicker work of her than they could and, not surprisingly, Hannah was feeling cautious.

"I'll scream again, please don't hurt me...."

Malwyn looked at her a moment and considered her defensive posture. Shrugging he turned and went back to the men to clean his dagger and rapier alike.

"I have no desire to harm you," he said. His voice was lilting, a soft sing song a half octave higher than one would normally expect from a man.

Malwyn tried keeping his face neutral but could not as he espied the large buildings surrounding the park they were in. It was as if a ring of mountains surrounded them.

He turned back to her, and saw that she was on her feet not quite running away, but certainly more than ready to do so if she perceived a threat from him.

As he sheathed his weapons he asked, "Though I was wondering if you could help me. Where am I?"

Hannah slipped from the rock and stood stock still as the man turned his back to her and cleaned his weapons upon the clothing of the dead. She frowned as she looked at him, just now noticing that there was something peculiar about him. He shimmered in the sunlight filtering through the leaves, but not with the warmth of the sun. It was as if he were lit from the inside, by a cold, white light. His hair fell loosely and long down his back, a frozen cascade of white. She reached a hand up to her own hair, a fiery red mane held tight by an elastic at the back of her head. She'd never seen a colour quite like the one on his head and assumed he had found some sort of specialty dye. He turned and spoke, his body language much different now than when he had first killed her would be rapists. He seemed softer, while still maintaining his strength, all threat gone from his limbs.

"Umm..." she was surprised by his question, but recovered enough to raise an eyebrow at him and respond. "You're in the park..." His blank look told her that her answer wasn't enough to satisfy him. "Central Park? In Manhattan? New York?" She smirked and continued... "United States of America, North America, Earth..." She stopped herself as she spied her mp3 player in a tuft of grass and walked over to retrieve it.

"How is it that you don't know where you are, but you knew enough to know where I was?" Hannah looked up at him, realizing for the first time that this man had just saved her life. She took a step towards him and smiled sincerely.

"Thank you for... you know... those men, they wouldn't have let me go back without doing some serious damage, I could see it... it was horrible... thank you."

He looked into her eyes, the shadows of the early dawn hiding their color from him. "I did not know where to find you, so much as I awoke to find myself here, and your... 'friends' and you happened to be here as well."

As he said friends, his face contorted in such a way that the expression belied the words intent.

Malwyn looked passed her and up at the buildings again. "This is not what I expected," he said softly.

His eyes lowered to hers as he continued, "I am not sure where I am, Earth I know, the rest of it is unknown to me. And the smell is absolutely horrible here."

He waved ambiguously toward the skyscrapers and asked, "Could you point me to a temple or someplace that lends aid to travelers?"

Hannah grinned. The smell was pretty bad some mornings. But to not know where you were, or even recognize the place's name once given, there was something wrong with this man.

"A temple? A religious temple? I'm not sure where to find one, but I'm sure there's a few around.... are you sure you don't want to go to a hospital instead?" She took a step closer to him and quickly looked him over. He looked ok, the men hadn't seemed to put a scratch on him before he killed them. Perhaps he'd taken a blow to the head earlier? She was about to take another step when she looked down and remembered there were three dead bodies on the ground.

"Umm... We need to get out of here. I'll try to help you, since you did so much to help you, but we need to leave before someone finds these bodies here and decides to call the cops. Do you really want to get arrested for triple murder before you find your temple? Hmm?" She walked a wide circle around the bodies and backed up in the direction of the path and the rest of the park. She stretched a hand out towards him.

"Come on, we'll get this sorted out."

Malwyn glanced down and then glanced back up to her. He took her hand in his as she strode off. Fear or adrenaline drove her as she set a fast pace. Malwyn adjusted items here and there as they went to limit the jingling and rattling of weapons and jewelry.

Every once in a while, he stole a glimpse of the woman whose hand he had in his. She had long thin legs which flexed powerfully. Her shorts and bra clung to her like edelweiss on an Alpine mountain top.

Down the path, across a bridge and through a gate they crossed a wide street, and approached one of the tall buildings. Malwyn tried to not crane his head back as they moved closer to the door.

A man in some sort of uniform opened the door as they approached. Tipping his hat he said cheerfully, "Good morning, Miss Hannah."

As they left the park and crossed the street to her building, Hannah glanced back at the man attached to her at the hand. He looked... different. Peculiar in some way other than the shimmer of his skin and the white of his hair. He dressed in nothin she'd ever seen before and had the oddest collection of baubles and weapons. Maybe he was somewhere in the south? Or even another country? All this oddity combined with his lack of knowledge about his own whereabouts led her to believe that there was something actually wrong with him.

They entered the building and the doorman greeted them with a smile.

"Hi, Bill!" She grinned back at him and then led the strange man by the hand to the elevator. Pressing the "up" button and leaning her shoulder against the wall, Hannah turned to look at him with concern in her eyes.

"Are you alright?" She scanned him with her eyes, looking for bumps or bruises, especially around his head, looking for anything to prove he had sustained some major injury. He puzzled her, seeming to have all his faculties about him. In fact, he seemed very intelligent and sure of himself. As normal as she could determine.

"I think maybe once we've both had a chance to relax and forget about what just happened, we should take you to the hospital. Maybe they can help you figure out where you're supposed to be."

The elevator doors opened and she motioned him inside, pressing the button for the top floor and slumping against the polished wall. She was tired and sweaty and shaken. She'd narrowly avoided being raped and possibly killed. Her body trembled slightly and she wrapped her arms around herself and looked over to the man.

"Thank you... I am so glad you showed up whe you did.. I can't even think about what could have happened if you weren't there."

Malwyn eyed the small room they stepped into from the lobby suspiciously. He saw her punch a button which lit up. His eyes narrowed as he looked at it, then shrugged the light off as a minor magic.

What wasn't minor was the force of acceleration as the room shot up toward the sky. Flexing his knees in reaction, Malwyn balanced on the balls of his feet, a hand instinctively reaching toward a dagger. As he noted her relaxed posture, Malwyn relaxed as well, though not quite trusting his voice to speak.

They stepped off the elevator into a richly appointed foyer and then into one of the two doors off that lobby.

Behind the door was a lavish apartment. The floors were a white stone with gray and black speckles throughout the surface. Overstuffed leather chairs and sofas surrounded a walnut and glass coffee table.

Beyond was the city. He tore his eyes away from the city scape beneath them as she said, "Thank you... I am so glad you showed up whe you did.. I can't even think about what could have happened if you weren't there."

Pursing his lips, Malwyn whistled a soft tune and then said, "It was not a problem."

Turning back to the window, he said, "Hannah? I really do not need a healer, and I am quite fine."

He turned back to her and shrugged, "I don't know of an easier way to say it other than, I came here by magic."

HE saw her about to say something, and Malwyn held his hand up and said, "Wait, before you protest, let me show you something."

He took a bag off his side and placed it on the walnut table and reached inside. His hands wrapped around the object he was looking for and he pulled out a full sized harp, and placed it on the floor next to him. "I would guess you don't have anything like this here."

Hannah's eyes grew large and round as she watched him pull the huge object from a tiny bag. Magic? Had he said magic? Of course, she couldn't quite object after seeing such a feat but still... magic? If it was true, than she owed more than just him thanks for the park. If magic was real, she owed it her life. To hide her utter shock, she folded her arms across her chest and smirked at him.

"A harp? Yeah, we have those things here... no big deal." With a laugh she took a step forward, resting a hand on the intricately carved instrument. Hannah grew quiet and looked up at the mystery standing on the other side of the harp. She had so many questions now, she was almost sad that he didn't need more help from her than just a point in the right direction.

"Magic isn't supposed to be real. If that's how you got here, where the hell are you from? And why? For how long? How does magic work? Can you teach me? " Questions tumbled over themselves as they raced from her mouth. She let her arm drop from the harp and sat down on the couch. Reaching up, she pulled the elastic from her hair letting it tumble down around her shoulders. She ran her fingers through it and scratched at her head. With a deep breath she looked up again.

"I'm sorry... let me start over." She swallowed and licked her lips, contemplating how to begin.

"Alright. So... magic. Who are you and why exactly are you here?"

Despite himself he smiled at Hannah as a torrent of questions burst from her. As she took a deep breath and settled for the main questions, who and what.

He nodded as he sat on the plush leather couch and pulled the harp between his legs. He strummed it casually, like it were a comfortable lover whose ever crease he knew. The platinum and gold strings thrummed softly, music filling the room as he considered how to answer one last time.

It was something he had considered more than once. He had prepared a million different lies and half truths. Not once had he considered the truth. But as he watched Hannah sit, her body moving in a lithe, fluid grace, that was exactly what he was considering.

The truth.

"I am Malwyn, a master Bard of the old traditions." He paused a moment waiting for it to sink in, and when it didn't seem to impress her, he shrugged and continued.

"As to why I am here..." Malwyn stopped a moment then said, "I am here because I caught a vision of your world once when I was... Researching something in a wizard's tower. He seemed fascinated about your world."

He flowed from one song to another as he said, "It took me nearly a hundred years to find the materials that I needed to come here, and a mage I could trust to send me here."

He looked into her eyes and said, "I don't speak your language without the assistance of magic, though I wish to learn it. I also know nothing of your world except that it smells horribly here."

Hannah shrugged her shoulders and stretched out her arms. What was she to say to any of that? His music was beautiful though and she found herself watching his fingers as they played the strings.

"I don't know what to say about the smell, I'm sorry about that. I hope my place, at least, isn't too offensive?" She smiled, eyes still fixed on his hands.

"If you want help learning the language, I suppose I can try to teach you, or I can find some sort of a speech therapist?" Her brow furrowed and she blinked, finally looking up at his face.

"Did you say you worked for one hundred years to get yourself here, because a wizard once seemed fascinated by my world? That seems like a lot of effort to spend on what seems to be a whim."

She stepped closer to the harp, smiling as the music changed again. She knelt down and touched the frame gently before looking up at him.

"This is beautiful... the harp and the music. You said you were a bard. That means musician, right? You're very good."

"Thank you," he said as he looked down at Hannah. Part of his mind flashed, imagining her naked as she held that position.

"But it is much more than that. I am a keeper of lore among my people, elves, and I perform certain services as they are needed."

He looked around the apartment, noting its masculine colors and furnishing, "Are you sure that your mate will not object to you teaching me your language? And would it be an undue interruption into your life? You do have employment and such that you have to attend to, do you not?"

Hannah shook her head and smiled.

"My mate? Uh... no mate for me, I suppose. I am.... unmated." She laughed lightly before shrugging her shoulders. "I haven't had a boyfriend in a little while, actually. Haven't really been all that interested."

She stood up and stretched her arms above her head before bending to touch her toes. Then, lifting her hands to her head, she twisted her torso stretching her sides and her spine. Her head rotated around her shoulders, stretching her neck before she cracked her fingers and smiled.

"I'm a freelance journalist. I make my own rules about when and where I work, so my employment, as you said, is nothing to worry about. Besides, if I really wanted to, I could quit working entirely and live just fine. So yeah, I have the time to help you out. It's the least I could do... you did save my life." She smiled weakly at him before crossing her arms over her chest and hiding her vulnerability by turning away from him.

"So elf, huh? Where are you from?"

Malwyn's eyes trailed over Hannah's lithe form as she stood and then bent over, seemingly thrusting her ass into the air. His eyebrows arched as he considered a moment what the maneuver meant. As she stood straight and began twisting back and forth, thrusting her tits out.

As she turned away and asked about his home, Malwyn stood and stepped up behind Hannah. He didn't touch her as he leaned forward and whispered, "Here let me show you instead of tell you."

Malwyn chanted a few moments and a ten foot by ten foot area before them jumped to life. Shifting scenes, much like a motion picture without a sound track erupted before them. Villages, mountains, men, elves, dwarves, and all manner of beasts, magical and mythical capered and paraded before them.

Each animal bowed, or curtsied to her in turn before disappearing and the next image appearing.

"This, Hannah," he whispered softly in her ear, "are the creatures of my world as I saw them."

Hannah went to look over her shoulder to hear his answer, then hearing him whisper in her ear she just stood still. His voice was calming, different as before she couldnt figure it out. After he told her he wanted to show her, she thought he was going to show some kind of pictures of some sort.

She gasped as colors and shapes started to move before them, as if a movie was coming to life. Seeing things she hadn't seen before other then in movies like Villages, mountains, men, elves, dwarves, and all manner of beasts, magical and mythical capered and paraded before them made her take a step back not noticing that she stood against him. She smiled as her eyes watched each movement that was before her.

Hannah thought this was interesting but not understanding how he was doing this. Every child knew that magic was only a trick for the eyes and those who believe dont see the little things that make it happen. She raised one hand up infront of her as if she tried to touch it as if checking if it was a canvas. Seeing each animal bowed, or curtsied to her in turn before disappearing and the next image appearing made her smile.

Hearing his voice whisper in her ear again made her take a deep breath turning her head ever so slight to whisper back again but not enough that her eyes left the beautiful sight.

"Its beautiful...and thats where you live?!" she couldnt believe that their was a place as beautiful as he was showing her. Leaning lightly against him she just couldnt stop looking and smilling. So beautiful she said again under her breath to herself. She loved to look at such things, she even liked drawling such things, it was her secret hobby.

If he didn't know better, Malwyn would have thought that the human woman was giving herself to him already. Her ass rested against him, as did her shoulders. Her salty scent filled his nostrils and it was nearly an automated movement for his hands to rest lightly on her hips.

Wondering how far he could push her, he pulled back until his wakening cock rested between her hard ass cheeks. It was a feeling he liked. It was the meatiness of a human and the firmness of an elf, and Malwyn thought for half a second that it might be the best one he had ever felt.

He tilted his head placing his mouth over her ear, his lips brushing against her lightly as he whispered softly, "While my taste in women is broad and open to all types. Fat, short, tall, fit, human, elf, gnome, devil, demon, angel, are all fair game."

He nipped her ear, "What happens once the sex starts is very particular, and not for all women. Some don't like the... heightened feeling I extract from them. Others do."

He was moving his lips down off her earlobe onto he rneck when a banging on the door interrupted him. "NYPD, OPEN UP!"

Hannah didnt notice his hand on her hip yet, her mind was busy working so manythings out that just had all happened. Her body stood still not moving as she then noticed how close she was standing to him when she felt his hard cock against her. She then shivered ever so slightly as he whispered in her ear again this time his lips brushing against her ear his hot breath dancing across her skin.

She blushed as he told her bout his taste in women, why was he telling her that. She almost blushed again thinking about what she was feeling against her. Then when his soft lips went from her ear she almsot wanted to sigh some liking his voice more and more. Then his lips kissed her neck, his soft lips dancing and caressing against her silky salty neck. His kiss made her knees weak and made her gasp ever so slightly.

She wanted to turn and tell him she couldnt do this, she didnt even know him. Thou her body was already getting arroused by his touch and his voice. Thinking a shower could help her cool back down as she jumped hearing the banging at the door. She gasped and turned around looking at him starting to worry.

She calls out "COMING one MIN please...!!!" walking over to the door she looked back once more to him sighing some wondering if they were there for the same reason why she is alive still.

Opening the door she smiled at them "Yes can I help you officer?!"

Malwyn took the opportunity of changing his appearance when Hannah turned toward the door. A simple spell in the scope of magic but he now looked like an old man, vaguely resembling Hannah.

He heard the door open and Hannah ask what she could do for them and before the cop could reply Malwyn tottered over to the door asking, "Who is it Hannah?"

The two cops looked at Malwyn and saw what he wanted, a man incapable of violence much less the killing of three men with a blade. They looked at each other then at Hannah and Malwyn, "Nothing ma'am just a bad lead."

He began tottering off before the door closed and sat heavily on the couch. He saw Hannah ' s look as she came up. "IIn a lot of ways the only limit to magic is what you can imagine."

Pulling the items he had taken from the three men, he dumped them on the coffee table. "What are these?"

Hannah smiled at the officers as she then almost jumped at surprise seeing a old man stand next to her, where did he come from and where was Malwyn? she asked herself but hid her quiestioning thoughts fom the officers. when they left she closed the door and stood there for a second watching him walk back to the couch.

Her eyes searched the room for him as she thne noticed it was him, she walked slowly back to the couch looking over him "ok......" she said softly looking back at the wall were for a second the pitcures where of his home and where they stood before.

hearing him ask she didnt turn to look at him as she then just asked softly "what is what?!" she asked a hand sliped to her neck were he had kissed her and then sliped back down as she turned to look at him. She smiled some at him, she then looked at the table where he had put some items.

"I'll be right back I just want to get me a bit washed up and changed out of my sport clothing..." before she asnwered his question of what this was she sliped into her bathroom washing up quickly not wanting to leave him to long alone out there. She slipped in a short jeans skirt and a tank top nothing special and a fresh pantie and bra on not smellling like sweat anymore she sprayed herself with a light parfume. Smelling like a vanille rose she walked back out to him, she brushed her hair leaving it down over her shoulders and barefeet she walks back to him "sorry...sooo what did you want to know?!" she asked smilling

Malwyn watched as Hannah cane back his eyes following the fluid powerful movement of her legs. He pointed at the small stack of stuff including a watch, some cash, a cell phone with the face destroyed when the person that previously carried it fell onto it.

Holding up the cash he asked, "These are promissory notes?"

He fingers the phone, "I have no idea what that is. Some sort of magic, but beyond my comprehension. "

Pointing at the massive flat panel television on the wall, "Is that the same sort of device? "

She smiles and almost laughs at the thought of him not knowing what those things are. Its so normal for her to be around all these things that she didnt really think about how you would really tell someone what and why these things are here.

she walks over to the table where the things laid, sitting down on her knees on the floor she took the cell phone in her hands smiling up at him.

"Well this *pointing to the cash* Is a thing we use to pay for things we need like food and other things * and this *showing him the cell phone again * is...ummm well a things we use to talk to each other when we are far away from each other....!" she giggled as she turned looking at her TV.

She restened her chin in her hand, her elbo on the table as she thought for a second "Well kinda that thing we use to see what is happening int he world and watch things well ummmmmm..... watch things that we ...umm... * she laughed some rubbing her hands threw her face not sure what to say looking then threw her fingers to him* ok or to watch things that entertain us about things we usually just read about or just hear about..." wondering if she said it right so he could understand it.

"OMG ummm I never did ask you if you want somthing to drink...?!" not sure what to offer him not having to explain everything to him.

Her explanation couldn't confuse him any more than he had already been. She didn't clear things for him very much either though. He was about to ask if she could show him what she meant when Hannah switched to a different subject.

"Absolutely," He replied. "Do you have wine in this world?"

Hannah gave him a peculiar look and he said, "Then whatever may be more appropriate for the time of day."

She smiled standing up she walked to the kitchen and looked what she had at home not gone shoping yet , bending slightly over to look in the fridge.

"ummm... I have *thinking about what she has what he might know * Water ! umm..." she giggled looking over a bottle of red wine from the night before maybe she should give that to him for him it was probly normal.

"I just saw that I have a wine if you rather not drink anything else....then I could give you red wine?!" She stood back up to look over her shoulder back to were he should be sitting as her hand grabed in the cupboard next to the fridge to grab herself a glass and then for him.

Malwyn watched Hannah as she walked away to the other room. His eyes swinging back and forth in time with her hips. When she opened a box he saw the light come on and he walked over and stared over her shoulder into the box.

Then he saw the rest of the kitchen. True, kitchens on his home world had most of the same items, sink, stove, and oven; they were not anything like this. This kitchen was beautiful lacking the soot and grime associated with wood burning. It was also spacious enough that he walked by her without coming close to Hannah.

He stood in shock a moment barely nodding in response to the red wine. "What do you use to fire your stove?"