The dryad's eyes widen... and then close, as she gratefully folds her body into yours as you kiss. Before you even start tugging, she's starting to exit the willow tree's trunk... and when you tug, she practically falls forward into your arms, giggling giddily.<br/><br/>A moment later, though, and your lover stands before you... every bit as naked as you are, with skin the color of bark and a little patch of autumn-red hair framing the tiny, almost imperceptible bump in her lower belly.<br/><br/>"I... I'm glad you are not angry with me. I did not mean for my oath to have this effect... though I would not trade it away. It is... a rare bond." She smiles, and one hand slides down to rub her belly possessively. "Though I think it means that I will have to leave my glade, and my sister behind..."