Mareth smiled slightly at the dreams, and slowly turned them darker, into a glorious starscape through the trees. She pushed them toward a night of darkness and desire, letting the vines caress her until she came to a wide, beautiful lake. And in the lake was a beautiful nymph with dark hair and brilliant blue eyes that looked to her and gestured her closer.<br/><br/>"Hello, Sylvia...would you be mine?" The nymph asked her in a soft purr, desire in her eyes as she looked on the elf.