The nature spirit leans forth from the trunk of her tree at the sound of Naiobe's voice, and then as she appears in the doorway the dryad emerges from her tree, stepping out of the trunk slowly.  She settles her amber eyes on Naiobe's gaze as she crosses the garden to stand before her and cock her head slightly to the side without breaking eye contact.  A woodsy scent like fresh sap tackles Naiobe's nose as the dryad comes near.<br/><br/>"You called for me," she says softly as her gaze continues to fix on Naiobe's, drawing the half-elf's attention and making everything but the dryad seem ever so slightly out of focus.  Not just in her vision but in her mind as well, the same haze starts to creep over her thoughts.  The dryad smiles and starts to sing softly, her voice musical and wordless and drawing Naiobe deeper into the entrancement.<br/><br/>And then suddenly Naiobe feels something like a gust of cold wind clearing her head and blasting the haze from her thoughts, even as the dryad continues her hypnotic song it now washes over the half-elf without clouding her mind.<br/>