<span style="color: #666600">"I just don't want you to give up on me like everyone else. They all think I'm a lost cause or a walking disaster and have abandoned me, only calling when they're desperate. I want to be able to help and I want to prove I can be useful." </span>She sighed sadly and nodded.<span style="color: #666600">"That village will be better off in the long run, that valley will provide them with sustainable farmland for hundreds of years at least... I just wish I didn't play into the Troll's act."</span><br/><br/>The'kal stuck her lip out and folded her arms under her now impressive bust.<span style="color: #666600">"I don't know what you're talking about. I am a harmless little dryad about to enter her first rut, I am new to this world and its customs. Do be gentle, sir stag."</span>Romas would become aware of the goddess' now smelling like she was going into an intense heat as she moved back to make out with Vestla.<span style="color: #666600"> "Very well... but while you're in my company, in my domain, we can make anything you desire happen. I could even give you a cock and let you see what a dryad feels like, if you're curious. Or how good you make Romas feel."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>