Chapter 311 - What is warmer than a nice hug?

Speaking of ladies who are working down here in the gold mine, Samantha Olem and Zelimia Hekz are one of them. I mean it isn't such a bad idea, they are both in their twenties which is a pique of one's age physical wise. They have strength to put in work here, and most importantly there is nothing else to do.

Eventually, they would be all alone down here in the mine which almost instantly made Samantha shy. Zelimia didn't hold back to kiss her on the cheek the first time they found theirselves alone and although she didn't do it again, Samantha still has a few questions she doesn't have the courage to ask.

"Guh, I'm a sweaty mess!" Zelimia complained as she pushed the pickaxes tail to the ground with force and sat down on the dirt.

"Still sweaty?" Samantha asked curious but yet not surprised because she didn't fair any better. "But you took off your fur coat."

"It's not working!" Zelimia complained once more and without asking she pulled off her leather shirt as well, but not to be alarmed she still has under clothes on made out of a thinner layer of leather. And the only bit of skin that is more exposed now are her arms up to the shoulders and a bit of the area below her neck.

Glancing at Samantha who has appeared to merged in with a bit of a shock, she smiled and asked as if she complained. "What? We are all ladies here, no one would walk 150 meters down here for fun."

She does have a point indeed, but that is not why Samantha stood in shock. Her reason, a bit more related to romance. The first thing Samantha glanced upon, is Zelimia's b.r.e.a.s.ts who are half the time bigger than her's. Now they might not be the biggest in the tribe and almost fit in the mild category, nor would it matter if they were bigger than that.

But the thing here is that Samantha is getting to see more curve of the women she fancies, yes fancies. That little kiss developed more than just a cute feeling of friendship, although they didn't talk about it yet nor will Samantha ever get the courage to even mention it.

"Guh... uhhh." Samantha tried to talk but got a bit focused on something else, I think that i don't need to point out on what.

"What?" Asked Zelimia, and for once she became a bit shy. However it wasn't anything that would be noticeable, unlike Samantha she can control her shynnes extraordinary well, she rarely gets shy actually. "Don't tell me you feel shy!"

"I don't!" Samantha yelled out with her cheeks becoming tremendously red in an instant.

"Aha." Zelimia glanced at her with an eyebrow raised and a smirk crossing her lips as she crossed her arms too! Aiming to tease her more she added, "If I was a guy I would understand your shynnes, but we both are girls. Relax."

Here she showed that regardless if they fancy each other or not, Zelimia wouldn't go further than a kiss on the cheek. Ladies kiss each other on the cheek all the time, race regardless. It is a form of greeting, but when done alone like that I suppose it can have a different meaning, yet not overdone.

"You're right." Answered Samantha with a sigh, feeling a bit relieved that Zelimia won't get completely n.a.k.e.d. But at the same time she felt sad, "That kiss was just as a friendly gesture?" She thought to herself as she kept a shy smile on her face.

"Now common you are sweating like three people." Zelimia complained and approached her closer step by step, "Just take your fur coat and leggings off."

"But I will catch a cold If I do so." She does carry a good point, but yet again working her behind off in fur clothing isn't the best idea.

"You won't." Zelimia tried to reassure, and reminded her of one little fact. "Remember what Bittore told us?"

"What?" Asked Samantha feeling puzzled, mostly because she can't focus due to all the effort she is putting to calm her shyness down.

"The more people stay in an isolated room or place, the faster it will heat up." Recalling the stench of sweat everyone is letting out here due to the hard work mining requires, she added with a little empty barf. "We have 5 people down here." Even Commander Alia is lending a hand, it is a lot easier for her compared to everyone else.

"Alright alright." Samantha complained a little bit and started lifting her fur coat from the bottom, trying to take it off but her coat came along with a tight collar.

So she became ensnared of her own coat, struggling to take it off and even having a bit of trouble breathing. With her voice compressed by the coat around her, she requested. "Help me a little bit, I'm stuck!"

Giggling her way through, Zelimia grabbed the fur coat and started pulling gently as Samantha bent down at a flat angle with her arms up to make this embarrassing task easier.

Finally, they managed to take it off. Letting out a deep breath of relief, Samantha spoke. "Thank you!"

Getting a glance at her, the collar has forced her hair to escape its usual position, which is tied in to a bun. Now rather messy, her golden hair gave out a tremendous view and the black roots helped tremendously.

Snapping out of it a bit faster than Samantha, she grabbed Samantha's chin shook it from left to right and as if she was talking to a cute kitten, spoke. "Aren't you adorable."

"Alright alright, didn't the fur coat give me enough trouble?" She complained, but quite frankly wanted this to end since she started to become more and more shy.

"Hehehe." Zelimia giggled and just walked away, to give her a bit more privacy. She knows Samantha for a few years, knows how easily shy she can get.

Now she has to take her fur leggings off, although she has leather pants underneath and a pale imitation of longjohns made of leather as well. Samantha could still get shy if she catches someone just staring at her. Swiftly untying the little rope around her waist, her fur leggings dropped off and now they can finally continue with their work.

"Wow I should listen to you more often." Samantha joked around, but also wanted to show gratitude. "It feels so free to work without leather clothing."

But now wanting to make Zelimia shy for a turn, as a form of revenge for all the times she made her shy. Samantha added, "If I catch a cold, you will look after me." Grabbing a bit of dirt and tossing it towards her playfully, "Hopefully you will catch it as well for staying to close to me!"

"Oh don't worry, you will be fine." Zelimia answered feeling a bit irritated, as she wiped the dirt that was tossed towards her, away from her chin. "If not, you will be dressed in 3 layers of fur until you sweat it out."

...

As everyone was working their way towards progress in this great hidden domain, the two Fire Controlling ladies set as Guards near the entrance to spot if any enemies are at bay, noticed someone approaching towards the Carved path.

From the distance they are at, it looks like nothing but a dot. However since it obviously isn't an army they've decided to wait. It is nearly July now and the two heroes have been gone over a month.

Considering the danger they've described, the tribe would be more than happy to see them again. Everyone would be happy considering their immense acts of heroism and understanding these two showed.

Jone and Clarry are the two ladies who have been set as guards here, as you might guessed it they have been chosen due to their expertise and higher level(4) in Fire controlling.

Spying on an enemy from above isn't a hard task, but they have encountered some problems with blue eagles who have detected the large amounts of food here by smell. They want to fight for their food, unlucky for the eagles, the tribe will put up a fight as well regardless. The good part about this is that they are getting more meat in stock.

Deciding to wait and spy from above in order to determine if these are enemies or not, once passing the Carved path these approachers seem to know which way they are heading and did not stop to check this ugly aftermath visible now thanks to snowing being a bit more scarce due to the season.

If there were only two people, who would blast fire out of their feet and fly their way here it would be totally fine. Because they would almost definitely predict that is is Mogranius and Eric. But there are three people and to make it more confusing all three blasted fire from their feet.

Noticing this problem, Jone and Clarry both glanced at each other with shock and without exchanging words they took steps back, bent down to a sumo squat and as they set blaze the foundation of a fire shield, they bended their waists towards each other until both fists connected.

Therefore forming a fire shield big enough to cover the whole entrance, but also able to provide a thickness of 8 inches since the entrance isn't tremendously big. This shield might not be necessary, but they have to be secure.

Two familiar faces popped in front of their eyes, and they both sighed in relief. Considering the fact that there is a third fire controller here, they deformed their fire shields even though both were hesitant throughout the process.

"Welcome back, Heroes." Clarry glanced at them with pride and welcomed them in.

...

"Eric!" Both Ada and Osira yelled at the same time and tone of joy as they rushed towards him with a sprint on their footing. You would think that Osira wouldn't do this considering that she tends to get just a bit shy around Eric and that there are too many people around. But no, she didn't care. She missed him a hell lot.

Seeing both of them hug him, Eric felt like he is in deep trouble now. Bittore has been yapping all the time about these two being together and Ada clearly fancies him. Although he couldn't figure it out, it felt like trouble.

However, the hugs feels more than nice. After so many weeks they get to see each other again and are welcomed with such warmness, what could be cozzier than a hug? "Looks like both of you missed me?" Eric asked, trying to tease them for once.

"Yes we did." Ada answered truthfully not giving a damn how anyone would take it and Osira didn't want to accept it so she kept quiet, although she almost killed him with a hug.

Mogranius was almost taken a permanent victim of Commander Alia's hug when she finally arrived in the scene, carrying the usual tradition of tackling him down. A few even thought that they will go at it in public but thankfully no such thing happened.

Bittore walked her way towards Eric in her own two feet and gave him a warm hug as well, thankful that he is alive and feeling blessed of his presence. Commander Alia followed along, which might be his favourite part here, hugging a woman that feels like his mother.

Noticing the new lady, and how anyone isn't giving her a welcoming hug. Without asking any questions or showing any great suspicion, she trusted Eric's choices if not Mogranius' and gave Bear Claw a big warm welcoming hug. Little did she know, Bear Claw felt so warm for once that one small tear developed in her eye but didn't manage to roll down.