The dryad scrambles after her mistress.  Even if her feet had not been studded she would not have dared to to break the command to crawl but the poor spirit woman is hard pressed to keep up.  Hearing that Brom is in the courtyard makes her wince but she's only given a moment to dread being forced to crawl across the dirt and stones before they are off once more.<br/><br/>By the time they reach the stables, her throat is raw and bruised from the collar jerking and pulling her along behind Naiobe.  Her hair is wild and her skin glistens from the exertion.  Her breasts ache, the speedy crawl making them sway and bounce and jostle hard enough she is sure they must be bruised.  Her nipples are on fire from the jangling bells and one has slipped and hangs from the tip of her right nipple, pinching it sharply and threatening to fall.  Her hands are scrapped and her knees bleed as she pants and whimpers, holding herself from collapsing by sheer will alone.<br/><br/>The sound of her bells had reached Brom, despite the sounds of his current amusement.  He's dressed in his riding clothes, watching as the mare-groom finishes giving his stallion what he likes to call a "proper" brushing down.  Of course, the sheer joy in her eyes while she rubs against the beast in something more akin to foreplay than grooming is pleasing, and watching just how much of his she has learned to take into her mouth is much too interesting for him to look away.  But he does nod as Naiobe reaches him.  "You are just in time for the best part Naiobe," he says softly.