<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/hpUsAcQ.jpg?1)</div>For a moment, silence hung in the air. Then, at eye-level with Artorius as he hovered high above the ground, wings beating to hold him aloft, the dryad partially emerged from the tree, giving Artorius a much better look at her – at least, as much of her as she revealed. Her verdant tresses tumbled down, hiding half her face from view, though what he saw of her face was a vision, a work of art. She was visible only up to just below her shoulders, almost as if she was treading water, and the vantage afforded Artorius a very good look at her bountiful cleavage, though the trunk of the tree covered anything that would be considered indecent in public.<br/><br/>She looked mildly confused at his unexpected return and still quite wary, but nevertheless, she answered him in the Common tongue. "I would be grateful to have your company for a spell. Wouldn't you tell me your name?" This close, he could catch her fragrance, a relaxing, mellow sweetness, maybe the best thing he'd ever smelled.