They seemed to be some kind of woodland creatures, fey of a sort, with a connection to the water, the trees and the air. They were cute and sensual, innocent and mysterious.<br/><br/>Light hands started washing Sionn's back where the stallions' semen had spilt. Others were patting her.<br/><br/>They looked at each other, as if speaking, but their lips didn't move. The only sound they made were light breaths and little giggles.