<div class="floatright">(http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/049/2/4/dragon_boy_by_sakimichan-d4q2z34.jpg)</div><br/>The prick hurt a bit, of course, he was flesh and blood, not scale and fire (yet), but he did not let it show. He felt a bit strange, almost blushing, as she kissed his hand.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: decorative;">"I will remember you, fair forest lady. Call for aide, and I will do what I can to give it."</span>He withdrew his hand, looking at the strange mark and wondering if it was permanent, or would fade. He hoped that it would stay and remind him, both of her beauty and the information that she had given him.<br/><br/>He watched in something like reverence as the plant woman folded herself up.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: decorative;">"Goodbye and goodnight, sweet flower."</span>He said gently. When she had gone to sleep, he unstoppered his large water-skin and poured it over the rocks. He sought out the river, filled it, dumped it one more time, and returned to fill the skin for his own use. Taking a note of the darkening sky, he set his face against the road once more with new resolve, and began striding along, humming a tune. This had been a good day. Perhaps he would be fortunate and find the singing woman again before night, but even if he did not, today had been a good day.