There was a smile on the small pixie's face as she floated in the air her wings carrying her along in a lazy drift in the air, held aloft and drifting about in a casual manner rather than being in any rush, flying close to him and circling his head in a quick fashion before flying around Rosalyn curious as well. The slender, nude body quite definitely feminine even if the size made her more like a figurine to gaze upon, and though quiet she seemed to be full of mirth given the changing expressions, and the quick whif of honey-dipped strawberries seemed to accompany her flight near him.<br/><br/><strong>"If I may, I believe Tia has made up her mind and would gladly join you two to retrieve the treasure once you feel ready to head on back. Though the pixies have held it for now, it is of little use to them but something they did not wish to fall in wrong hands. Their offer is freely made in appreciation for help given even before being asked. Without recompense being sought later, as they feel it is a debt they owe for they had wanted a champion, yet had not heard you were near."</strong>The mother dryad explained in a casual fashion while watching the flying pixie's antics, before Tehr's greeting to the Huntress.<br/><br/>Her eyes seemed to light with a curious twinkle to them at his words, and she bowed deeply to him before parting her lips, and speaking in a tone that seemed to be both serene and beautiful, and yet carry a haunted, echoing feel to it.<strong>"It is refreshing to hear the old ways have not been forgotten, and that old words are remembered. Fey-blood you say? Well that only makes this more interesting then, cousin-long-removed. I come with the command of Arawn to hunt down a traitor fae by the name of Mystleaf, a pestilence to the land. Her magic leaves its mark and has been trailed here, but hesitant to come too close to human towns."</strong>She smirked in a manner that would be considered smug or arrogant, yet there was pride in her that also seemed earned, for Tehr's senses could practically taste the power in the air as she stepped closer, one smooth green thigh before another, before she paused before him.<br/><br/><strong>"While I imagine the name will not come up around people in cities, if you catch rumors of particularly savage, violent actions by fey, you can earn favor by letting me know."</strong>She reached into her hair, and combing her finger through it seemed to pull a shard of bone out of it, a thin bone needle previously hidden away from sight, presented to him with its dull end first.<strong>"From the jaws of a hound, a taste of blood shall catch their attention, and the hound shall lead me the right way. Until the blood is drawn within and gone from the surface of the bone, a whisper spoken before the needle shall reach my ears."</strong>She held it with a look of curiosity and some expectation visible, whether or not he would accept such a thing. Old tales were full of warnings about accepting the gifts of the fey too easily, and his earlier question on recompense had been well thought, and yet she watched him more curious than anything now.<br/><br/>There was a look of curiosity on the faces of the mother dryad and Riversong once Tehr spoke about his reasons for arriving, and the two of them seemed quite pleased at the compliments, though chuckling merrily at the time and waiting to hear what it was that troubled him, seemingly surprised at his words.<br/><br/><strong>"The maintenance of your lands? I imagine that there have been fey around the region your family has called home, but if they are not as numerous as they once were, then perhaps life should be helped to flourish there once again. If you come seeking an acorn or two to give life to the dryad sisters upon your lands to help connect your family and the forests to the good folks once more, it might be done but calls for quite a deal of trust."</strong>There was a look of some wariness on the mother dryad's face at this. She did seem to trust him, enough to mention this, but seemed still a little uncertain.<strong>"I would wish to hear more about the matter, in what way do you worry about the ancestral lands and the matter of maintenance now? Has something happened, or is something about to happen more so?"</strong>She then cast a somewhat amused glance back at the mother dryad before stage-whispering to Tehr and Rosalyn.<strong>"As for the acorns, I think our dear mother here is just eager to see her daughters travel further than any that have taken root in these woods."</strong>She smiled jokingly.<br/><br/>Rosalyn however seemed a tad hesitant about the huntress still, having remained for most part calm, but chose that moment to speak up albeit in whisper to Tehr while holding a finger up for Tia to sit upon, another hand gently brushing along the pixie's hair and the slender arms holding that lone, large finger.<strong>"Master Tehr, I must admit I am a bit surprised that a dryad mother would regard you in high enough standing to make an offer like that... there's whispers of unscrupulous people who would do horrible things to get their hands on seeds promised to spawn a dryad in time, to trust you with such would imply you made quite an impression somehow."</strong>She seemed a bit thoughtful but got distracted by the petite Tia after that as the small pixie slipped off her hand and dove down to perch down on Rosalyn's chest, looking up at her face mischeviously and earning a small bit of color on her cheeks from the elven lady.