<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Yay, puns!</div></div><br/>The dryad nods against your chest.<br/><br/>"I apologize if I offended. For my kind, it is a sign of affection and the bond between individuals. It has been near three hundred years since a mortal has shared guest gifts with me, and shared the shade of my boughs. We are bound by that ritual..."<br/><br/>She snuggles back against your body, and sighs contentedly. As you drift off to sleep, it feels as if her body grows lighter in your arms.<br/><br/>As the dryad promised, your waking is pleasant... Around dawn, you wake to find your arms empty, and between your legs you find a paradise flower of unearthly beauty. The petals are colored like Sunleaf's hair, and its scent brings vivid images of the previous evening to your mind. As you examine it, you find that it has no roots, but seems to live all the same...