"I am Sunleaf, and must you pull a blade on me?" As your blade moves away, you hear a rustling sound, and out of the corner of your eye you see what looks like a root slipping back under the ground. Perhaps it's just the lighting, but that loop looks disturbingly like a noose...<br/><br/>As the two of you get over your initial shock, you are able to take in a bit more about the dryad. Her hair is all the colors of autumn; bright oranges, deep reds, browns, and yellows all mingle together in an unstyled tangle which runs down the dryad's back and then some. Just looking at her, and you can tell where her name comes from.<br/><br/>Aside from a few leaves in her hair, though, the dryad is completely unclothed, and apparently unconcerned with this fact. As she stands, you can see that she is a slender little thing, a good foot and a half shorter than you, with c-cup breasts and a patch of hair above her sex that is every bit as vibrant and fiery as that on her head. Wherever she steps, the grass seems to move towards her, as if paying homage... it seems her roots spread wide.<br/><br/>"How did you come here?" As she steps further away from you, it becomes harder to distinguish... is she speaking, or is her voice truly coming from the leaves of the cedar tree?