Silently gazing at Tehr and smiling to him, the nymph seemed faintly mesmerized. Though his singing wasn't perhaps the best the nymph seemed to consider it a treat still, smiling to him gratefully. When she swiftly recovered from her daze she stepped closer however. The swaying form, the warmth that seemed radiant in her presence, and the lingering scent in the wind, of wild flowers, the morning dew, and a faint linger of a musky, teasing scent.<br/><br/>Her fingers touched to his shoulder, her parted lips closing in. Her skin soft and elegantly smooth, her face finely made, even porcelaine statues of beauty could envy that grace. Her lips brushed past his lips, along his cheek's skin lightly, touching to his ear, as she whispered to him. "I thank you for your gift of song, and its rare to have a mortal singing here, especially a tale I have not heard of before. You may leave, but as long as you announce yourself in doing so, you may also return." Drawing back again she smiled, stepping slightly back. The robe had parted a little as she had leaned ahead, showing a motherly full breast crowned by a rosy nipple. She embodied the wisdom of an old woman, the mature warmth of a motherly woman, and the youthful radiance of a maiden.