"I am a dryad, yes. I can feel that something is wrong...but I cannot go deeper within the Grove without the call of Althea, the High Guardian. Only another may do so. But to gain my blessing is more difficult than that of the elements." The dryad smiled, tilting her head to the side. One of her hands gently traced down her own neck, across a breast, and down to where her slit was damp. "To attain my blessing you must take some of my essence within your body willingly, mortal. Such is easier for a woman, of course...but you must<em>choose</em>to accept such a blessing."