The dryad murmurs, shivering and squirming slightly at the knowing touches upon her skin.  But her legs remain parted wide, proof enough of just how flexible the tree-spirit's body is.  And she tilted her head, leaning slightly closer to those lips and making a little mewling noise at the rush of strange sensations being forced upon her.<br/><br/>"The garden..." she gasps softly, "It was... quiet there.  The other trees were very sleepy and there were almost no animals to speak to.  There was a man... he kept everything tidy and safe... He would... sometimes... watch me... I don't think he knew I saw him.  But I let him think he was hiding as long as he wasn't close.  He... he seemed to like to just watch me and I didn't mind since he did take care of the garden.  Sometimes he would talk to me, but he talked to all of the trees and flowers..."<br/><br/>She squirmed a little and turned her head to look at Naiobe's face.<br/><br/>"Then one day, he came and tied that ribbon around us... and then it was dark and I couldn't see again until I was here... in your garden."