The dryad laughs then, the sound of rain upon leaves.<br/><br/>"Does not the act of sliding these bands onto another's finger symbolize union for Treeless like yourself?"<br/><br/>At this point, her smile is most decidedly nymph... a mixture of pleasure, amusement, and lustful teasing, as bright as the colors in her hair. Still, the root around the ring begins to uncoil, until the little band is hanging from what seems like a hook.<br/><br/>"However, I do not know what favor I would ask of you just yet..." As she speaks, the dryad reaches into her hair, and pulls out a brilliant red leaf. "So, I would ask that you carry this with you. When the time comes that I decide upon my favor, that leaf will return you to me. Do you freely accept this gift, and freely promise a favor of your own?"<br/><br/>