"My name? I'm called with many nicknames, I dont really hold any name more important than another, but I am called Riversong." She smiled and bowed a little at the time, watching Tehr leaving at the time. Chuckle came after him, before she resumed her singing. Without real words, just a soft melody with little 'la la laa' tones rising to the air as she went on. She had a clear and soothing voice, peaceful and relaxed.<br/><br/>As Tehr set back out to return, the Fox was waiting not far away. Rushing ahead again, it seemed to lead Tehr, back the same path, till he'd soon after come to stand near the spot where the 'mother' had interrupted him and Tera. On arrival, he was greeted by the sight of Tera holding a branch and shooing back what appeared to be a satyr with a waterskin in one hand, and the other trying to cop a feel, chasing and teasing the elf, who looked a bit bewildered, though not honestly afraid.<br/><br/>The satyr in turn didn't seem to be trying to 'force the issue' either but enjoying the chase after the elf. Based on the staggering, the satyr was also quite drunk, but as it dashed back and forth dodging the club and then failing to reach Tera again, there was a small laugh from the dryad who had melded mostly with her tree again, showing a bit of that face through the bark.