Even the weather seem to be out to get her.

One moment Asao was walking in the woods in her sky blue, floral print kimono, enjoying the day off from class as the warm weather as much as she was hoping - in vain it seemed - to have a chance to run into... a certain someone. The sun was shinning, the birds were chirping, and everything seemed about as dangerous as Disney cartoon. Next thing she knew, the sun had vanished behind a wicked looking thundercloud, the temperature plummeted, and the wind had kicked up so hard that the wide arms of her kimono acted like sail, keeping her from heading back to the dorms and anything approaching a run.

"I need to hurry back," she mused aloud, "before..."

But it was too late. There was flash if lightning overhead, then a clap of thunder almost instantly afterward. Then rain began to pour down in sheets. "Oh, perfect!" Asao snapped as it fell on her, soaking her hair almost at once. The heavier material of her kimono repelled the rain for now, but it was only a matter of time before it got saturated and then she'd be dripping went from her hair to her getas.

The path she had been walking on went from dry to muddy to a tiny stream within the span of a few minutes, and Asao broke into a run, trying to keep her balance and holding one hand over her glasses to keep the worse of the rain off of them so she could still see.

I'm pretty sure the dorms were this way, she thought. But it was alot darker now than it had been when she entered the woods, and the heavy rain was either hiding her landmarks, or had washed them away.

Her kimono was starting to feel heavier, the wind was blowing so hard against her now that her run had become a jog. She took a left fork in the path, and her foot suddenly slipped.

Asao soon found herself on her rear sliding down a grassy incline to land in puddle at its base. Her glasses slipped to the edge of her nose, and she paused to pull them back in place when she heard it. She froze in the rain and wind, and looked around.

It had sounded like a voice. A small panicky vice, asking for help... but where had it come from...?

Rain pouring off her, she stood, strained her ears, and follows the voice. No matter hat was happening to her, she was not about to pretend that she didn't hear the call for help. Not at this school.

Pixies are creatures of the outdoors, and as such, they have a keen awareness of their surroundings. Most of the time, a pixie will be well aware of any change in the weather well before the fact. But pixies are flighty by nature. They are easily distracted.
For instance, today a swarm had been happily enjoying the weather. As so often happened, a few of them had found a nice, sunny spot, and had been so engrossed in their fun and games that they failed to notice the tell tale signs of a coming swarm.

Now, a little rain does not harm a pixie, but if their wings get wet, they loose much of their agility. A pixie can also deal with a little wind, but if it is too strong, the small, lightweight creatures find themselves easily blown away.

Such had happened to a female one with pink hair and wings. She had found herself swept away, and knocked silly hitting a couple of trees. The little creature was now clinging to a thin branch with all her might.

She could sense some of her kin nearby, but none of them seemed close enough to help her. But then hope manifested itself. Was that a human she heard.
"Help! Help! I am getting blown away! Pleasepleaseplease!", she yelled in the tongue of mortals.

Still jogging in the rain, pausing now and again to sting her ear for the cries for help, Asao soon finds herself under the tree the where the pixie was hanging on for dear life.

Puzzled, she looks around, not seeing anyway. She wipes at her glasses, though they were soon splattered with rain again almost at once. She kept looking around and trying to listen, but couldn't see or hear anyone. Her chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath, and all the running and rain had caused the top of her kimono to open more than it normally would.

"Help! Help! I am getting blown away!" came a voice from of all places, above her. "Pleasepleaseplease!"

Confused, Asao looked up, getting a face full of rain for her troubles. Rain also poured in her mouth as she gasped n surprise.

"Oh of all the --" she said with disbelief. All all of the creatures she thought might encounter here, a tiny humanoid with wings was not one of them.

She closed her mouth and shook off her surprise. "Hold on!" she called up to the tiny creature. She kicked off her getas and griped a low hanging branch. She swung her feet against the trunk of the tree, the rough texture proving her with just enough traction in the rain and she tried to climb up the tree. "I'm coming!"

This was crazy, she thought to herself and she climbed up another branch. She should be helping any of the non-human inhabitant of the island, but this was only one being, roughly a tenth her size. If push came to shove, Asao was reasonable sure she could take her. Plus, she needed help. Just like her Eve did. She couldn't pick favorites.

Asao was now directly behind and slightly underneath branch that the pixie was hanging from. With one hand on a nearby branch, she stood up, her bare feet almost slipping on the branch she was on, the wind pulling at her sleeves, and hair. She raised one free, open hand in the direction of the pixie. "Let go!" she called over a clap of thunder. "I'll catch you!"

"Oh thank you, pretty lady! You help me, and I'll give you sugar kisses and honey blessings! Please, please!", the distraught female yelled when she realized help was on her way. Even in her panic, she was still mentally present enough to admire how striking Asoa looked, with her hair and dress flailing in the wind.

The little pixie hesitated a little before she did as the pretty lady ordered, afraid a gust of wind would catch her as soon as she loosed her grip. A small creaking sound from the tree convinced her it was time to act. Closing her eyes, she let go, hoping her rescuer would get her.

Truth to be told, the pixie could probably have used her plant magic to make the tree rescue her, but having been knocked about, the diminutive woman had little energy for magic left.

Just as the pixie let go, a gust of wind whipped up, hitting the tiny creature and carrying her away from Asao's open hand.

"No!" she cried out. Without thinking, the woman bent her knees, nearly slipped, and half jumped, half fell off the branch she was standing on.

It was just enough. Asao felt more than saw the tiny body hit the palm of her hand just as she reached top of her own desperate leap. She closed her hand around it, and brought it instinctively to her chest, cradling it against the exposed skin just above her cleavage.

Then she was falling.

One hand pressed the pixie close to her chest, actually sliding her down her top, the other was flailing about looking for a hand hold. She hit and broke through or rolled over several branches on the way down, before one sturdy limb one caught the obi sash around her midsection. She jerked to a sudden stop, both hands now over the pixie at her chest protectively, but the tie of the sash soon unraveled from her weight and pulled free. Now she was falling again, her kimono held in together with tiny date-jime belt, and even that loosened as she finally fell painful on hear rear, legs spread, in a deep puddle with a splash.

"Ow, ow, ow" she cried, rolling leaning off her painful rear to rest on her side against the tree. Her breath was coming in little gaps, and her heart was pounding, which the pixie could no doubt feel. Speaking of which...

Asao looked down to the top of her rapidly unraveling kimono, to see the pixie nestled between her breasts, tucked in the front of her bra, possibly the softest place on her body.

"Are..." she asked, still hurting and catching her breath. "Are you alright?"

The pinkish female flapped her wings feverishly as she realized she was about to be caught by the wind. Hope seemed lost, when Pink's rescuer bravely leaped and caught her. As they tumbled to the ground, the pixie girl was safely sheltered against Asao's chest, and in a prime spot to observe how her full breasts moved as she fell.
She yelled something in her own language, mostly advice on how to soften the landing, mostly useless since it all depended on having wings.

"I am fine, Pretty Lady! Thank you, thank you!", she yelled up at the beautiful woman, demonstrating her gratitude by spreading her arms wide and leaning close against Asao's chest, trying to hug the larger woman.

"It is could! Quick! We must find shelter!", Pink yelled, and promptly started burying herself deeper into the Pretty Lady's cleavage.

"Hey! Over here! There is cover here!"
Another pixie voice was shouting from somewhere between the trees, just barely audible because of the wind.

"Shelter? Easier said than done," Asao groaned as pulled herself up to her feet using the tree trunk as support. She looked around for her getas, but they seemed to have been washed away. The path was small river at this point, and Asao was beginning to worry. A flash flood could easily spell the end of her, no mater how close she was was to civilization. She thanked whatever force held sway of this god forsaken island that her glasses had manged to stay on her face.


She looked around, trying to figure out how to get out of these damn woods, when she heard another voice deeper in the woods. "She looked down into her cleavage. "Did you hear that?" she asked the tiny pixie between her breasts. Noticing that the water was still hitting her, she held one hand over her cleavage shielding her form the worse drops.

Her kimono was though soaked now, no longer repelling water at all as she carefully, but quickly made her way in the direction of the voice. There was another flash of lighting and crash of thunder, and the path-turned river was up now up to her bare ankles as she walked though, wetting the bottom of her kimono as well.

"Where are you?" she called out. "Keep talking so I can follow your voice!"

"I am alright!", Pink shouted. In fact, she was more than alright. She was now regaining her warmth, in a relatively dry place, and best of all, safe and snug between hills of soft, soft goodness.
"I wish you could crawl down here with me."

"I am over here! Just.. left.. not your left! ....Try this!". The other voice was trying to give directions, but the wind carried of most of the words.

Then suddenly a globe of purplish light appeared, bobbing gently in the air. It was visible between two large trees, and it seemed to illuminate the base of a large tree trunk, that seemed to be positioned on a small hill or mound. It was hard to see, but something like a small humanoid seemed to be standing and waving its arms between its thick roots.

Asao tried to follow the shouted directions, but she was only getting every other syllable. As a result, she was sent splashing and stamping in a jerky, zig-zag path toward the shouting voice.

When the purple glow suddenly burst into existence, Asao was too glad for its appearance to think about questioning it. She charged for it, between two large tree and up a small rise in the ground. Her feet slipped on the wet grass once as she climbed the hill and she fell, twisting her body so that she landed on her side instead of her chest, so as not to crush the being nestled between her breasts.

Not trusting her footing, now that her bare feet was getting little numb wading in rainwater after for the last half hour, she instead finished climbing up the mound on her hand and knees. Her latest fall had also caused the date-jime belt to finally fall free, and her kimono was effectively reduced to an open robe. At least in this position no her body was shielding Pink completely from the rain. If she wasn't so busy focusing on not dying, the fact that her lacy, forest green bra and matching panties were pretty much exposed to the world would cause her no end of embarrassment.

She finally made it to the top of the hill and the large tree trunk there. Then the source of the purple light began much clearer. It was another tiny pixie-like creature!

"Uh, hi?" Asao began, her fascination at these two beings waring with more immediate concerns. "Um you said something about cover? I was able to help your..friend," she said, indicating the pink one tucked in her bra, "but we're both gonna be in trouble if we cant get out of this rain!"

"Get inside! I am getting my wings wet here!", the waiting pixie said. Upon closer inspection, it was apparent that it too was female, with purple wings and hair. She was holding up a large leaf as an umbrella.

The tiny female touched one of the roots, a look of intense concentration on her face. Slowly, slowly the roots started to move aside. Gradually, what appeared to be an opening into the earth was revealed. A dim light seemed to be somewhere inside.

At this point, another group of pixies appeared. This was actually the pitiful remnants of a rescue expedition of sorts, sent out to find Pink. Now they too had been caught in a strong gust of wind, and were being blown past Asao's head. One of them, a greenish male, managed to grab on to a strand of her hair. Two other grabbed hold of him, something that resulted in a lot of bickering and fighting in a weird, high pitched language.

"There is no way this day could get any stranger," said Asao as the opening appeared in the earth. It occurred to her on some level that this could all be an elaborate trap designed to get her underground where escape would be impossible, but getting out of the rain had to be her top priority right now. And she was still cretin that, if it came to it, she could take down two pixie like creatures... even if they did seem to have some kind of geo-kinetic abilities.

She took a cautious step toward the hole, and opened her mouth to day thank you to the purple pixie, when the universes decided to challenge her earlier assessment of the day's strangeness. There was was sudden sharp tug on her hair followed by another and another. It felt like something was trying to pull a lock of it right out of her skull "Ow!" she cried, her hand raising to the hurt area automatically.

When her hand found a mass of tiny bodies, and he heard them bickering in what must have been their true language, understanding dawned on her.

Okay five. She could take five pixies down if she had to. Surely.

"Stop pulling my hair, that hurts!" she pleaded, raising both hand up to the squabbling pixies. "Let go, I've got you!" She grasped onto green one that had her hair firmly so as not to lose him, but gently so as not to hurt him. She then cupped her and around the other two, cradling all three ans she brought then down out of her hair. She looked down at the three of them. "See? Now lets get inside."

She held then close to her rain slick chest, not far from where Pink was enjoying her bra-ride, and headed down into the revealed tunnel, hoping that it wasn't a mistake.

The newcomers made little sounds of gratitude as Asao rescued them. Pink seemed quite happy now, making little cooing sound of delight down from her place in the soft cleavage.

The cave was one of several hiding spots the pixies had made. It had been magically crafted, by making the tree on top the hill grow prodigiously, and making it move aside dirt and stones with its mighty roots.
Asao would find herself in a short, narrow tunnel leading into a larger, circular room. This room had a roof that consisted of the tree above them, and its roots made out most of the wall, giving it all an organic, living feeling.

The floor was covered by dry leaves. Small bundles of herbs had been places around the room, giving of a pungent herbal smell. There seemed to be some sort of opening in the roof, through the tree itself. It seemed large enough for couple of pixies to crawl through. A few patches of mushrooms grew near the walls.

Several glowing spheres like the one that had led Asao here hovered in the air. They bobbed gently in the air, pulsing and slowly changing color, giving of a dim, soft light.

There seemed to be a few more pixies here, seeking cover from the storm.

Asao followed the earthen tunnel deeper and deeper down, toward the light ahead, and though she fought to keep her breath even, her heart was beating fast, ans she was more and more convinced that this was a mistake. No doubt the pixies closer to her chest could feel this, especially Pink.

Her bare feet, slippery and numb from treading about in ankle-deep rain water, slipped out from under her just before she entered the room at the end of the tunnel. Landing on her but, she slid the last few couple of feet carefully cradling her latest passengers to her soft chest. "Eeep!' she squealed, and this last fall did what not even falling from a tree had manged to do earlier: her glasses fell off her face.

"My glasses!" she panicked once she had finally came to a halt in a vauge, colorful room she could barely make out. The important thing she guessed was that it wasn't raining on her anymore. Nor was there any wind. There was strong earthy smell around her. It wasn't and unpleasant cent, but it was kind of heady and overpowering.

Sitting more or less on her butt, legs sparweld open from her latest fall, kimono open and the hem of it trailing behind her, Asao looked down to her hands, whcih was at just the edge of he range of visions. "There you go," she said said to the small pixies there, smiling with more confidence than she felt. "Safe and sound." She opened her hand to allow them to fly off if they so chose. The she looked down to her own cleavage, and noticed how odd it was to have a tiny...person riding around in her bra. "I think we're both safe now," she said, though she didn't sound so sure. "But I lost my glasses and cant see a thing...where are we?"

Asao reached around blindly, padding the ground to see if she could feel her glasses. She could feel the dry leaves, could faintly see colored lights around her, but couldn't feel her glasses. Then she felt something else: she was shivering with cold. The adrenaline of being caught in the storm was stating to wear off, and the reality of being half naked and soaked to the skin was beginning to catch up with her.

"You are inside one of our places!" said the purple female from outdoors. She was slightly wet from being outside, but seemed in good shape. She flew around Asao in a wide arc. "We made this cave. It is nice and cozy. Do you like it here?"

While she was proud to display the pixies den, she was also taking stock of their guest. She was a fine looking woman. Womanly and curvaceous, yet she had something youthful about her. Something about her face and eyes, perhaps. She had definitedly piqued Purple's interest.

The other pixies that had come in with Asao were a more misserable lot, wet and shivering. Still, they seemed to be regaining their spirits now that they were inside. Pink was in a good mood, a big grin at her face, practiacally beaming at her rescuer. She was a bit concerned about the state she was in, however.

"You are quite cold! And you are shivering. Is that healthy for you biggies?"

Sightless without her glasses, Asao tried to look toward the purple light flying about the room. "It f-f-feels nice and dd-d-ry in here.. but I c-c-cant really see it... my g-glasses fell off, you see, and I cant find them... m-maybe... some help please?" she asked, still shivering.

Pink asked her a question then, and she offered her a slight reassuring smile. "A-actaully..." Asao replied, shivering. "Y-y-yes and n-n-no. Shivering a is biological response to being cold, to help warm our b-b-odies up cold... but it doesn't work very well when covered with wet clothing." She looked down at pink then up at the room of lights. "I don't suppose... anyone has a dry blanket I could wear?" she asked "Or even just a t-ttowel..." She trailed off. Why would pixies have human-sized blankets or towels?