"Tell us the rest, dark one," called the golden bell voice of a beauty surpassed only by Alysten as she stepped from a tree.  Hers was the shapely body of a mother goddess who took up arms regularly to gaurd hearth and home, tight in the waist, round in the hips, with pert bossom so full it's outer curve was visible from behind bedecked in a copper plate bikini and outfit of gauzy rainbow scarves.  Hair of burning coppe watter falled down the nymphs back to the backs of her calves, vericollored wings were tucked up casualy behind her with matchingplumes braided into her hair invarious places.  Barefoot, the grass caressed her beringed oes, growing greener whee she stepped, and flowers bloomed behind her.