With<em>great</em>reluctance, Voleta let Nicola go.  She was the High Priestess of Hectate...such a 'peace', such a 'requirement' was galling.  Yet still she let her hands loose, listening, watching this 'Nicola' rise up and obey the words of the nymph.<br/><br/>Voleta sat up, deeply moved by the words herself, yet her spirit was not so easily bent.  She sat, narrowing her eyes, watching the other Priestess obey.  Still, she sat, still, until Nicola stood naked in the water, compliant, and Voleta didn't give a damn about what<em>she</em>did.<br/><br/>...Yet the nymph spoke...looking at Voleta, asking her name.  It was beyond her ability to refuse this, and Voleta stood, pushing herself up off the ground, walking slowly to the beautiful, inhuman blonde. "Voleta, Mistress.  I am Voleta." she said.<br/><br/>With that Voleta stood just before the nymph, keeping her feet on the firm earth.  She reached up her pale hands and hooked her fingers into the last remaining black fabric over her shoulder, pulling it slowly downward so that it fell slowly, exposing her pale, soft, beautiful flesh.<br/><br/>She stood naked, stepping out of the garment and stepped forward so that her ankles were covered in water, then she knelt and raised her dark head, black hair streaming down her pale back.<br/><br/>Voleta raised her hands and closed her eyes...and waited.