From the background, you hear several simultaneous<em>"WHAT?!"</em>s, and the air in the glade grows instantly thick with tension. Suddenly, you find yourself surrounded by lovers who are suddenly wondering whether or not their adventuring careers will be encountering any... unexpected changes.<br/><br/>"No, no... I think... well." The dryad shakes her head, and looks up to the sky again. "You know that Oaths and Promises and Gifts are important to my kind... but oaths can be read in many ways. And I have a feeling that my mother may have taken my promise to you a little bit... differently... than intended. I think that when I promised your love "fertile ground" to bloom in, my body was made receptive to your seed..."<br/><br/>She takes a step back, obviously uncomfortable with the sudden burst of attention she's getting from you and your lovers.<br/><br/>"You... are not angry, are you?"