Once, when they had gotten a bit too far ahead of the others, Celie stopped to let them catch up. She looked at Rhiannon, then at a large pink flower just behind her shoulder. "Hey, this is one of the Beastland's greatest gifts..." She carefully picked the flower from a vine running down a thicker trunk. "Open your mouth...please." She moved really close, pouring the sweet nectar between the elf's full lips. There were just a few drops, but they were sensational, almost magical in their sustenance, freshness and stimulation. When the last drop had fallen between Rhiannon's lips, Celie smiled. "You like it?"