Elda couldn't help but to cuddle the little fuzzball against her cheek, in her cleavage, anywhere out in the open that she could love and hold it. She simply floated along, flying at the party speed, feet never touching the ground if they could help it.<br/><br/>-----------------<br/><br/>Meanwhile a voice in the distance called out to Sinthorn as he surveyed ahead. it was a gentle, feminine one that was full of kindness and yet, at the same time, lust. "Good traveler" it called in a dulcet tone. "Please come visit me, good traveler. Join me for a while in my flower." She called, her voice was very trancing, very calm and loving. Ahead She could be spotted, a lovely, green skinned woman with deep blue hair half submerged in a gigantic flower that lie open in a vibrant display of reds, blues and oranges. She makes a beckoning gesture for Sinthorn to come closer.<br/><br/>((You need to roll a will save Sinthorn))