"You're wonderful, Eske. Beautiful."
There were hands traipsing across her floral figure, dandling in the petals of the flowers and tickling at the tails of leaves. In the way that nature could sense the flow of its energy and life through another, Eske felt herself bending toward the duanann. They'd experienced brief moments of synchronicity of spirit at his own grove when she'd delivered the Futures for Spring, but duty, perception, and respect had held them both at bay.
This was not a night for any of those things and Eske was well kept by her Myr hash. The pipe, even, had found its way into one of her reaching vine tendrils, and then back to her lips as she curled with a green smile toward those interloping hands. The heradryad pulled in on the pipe with a long draw, then delicately tipped it into the curved, thorn claws of her hand and released the hazy smoke on her next words.
"You are far too kind," the smoke rolled and swirled about his bare chest and under his chin. Eske leaned to hover there before him, a warmth in her smile and a glint of vague appreciation in those bright jungle eyes, "this form is not usually the one to get such words. Perhaps you would appreciate another form - one of your kind - more, mm?"
There were hands traipsing across her floral figure, dandling in the petals of the flowers and tickling at the tails of leaves. In the way that nature could sense the flow of its energy and life through another, Eske felt herself bending toward the duanann. They'd experienced brief moments of synchronicity of spirit at his own grove when she'd delivered the Futures for Spring, but duty, perception, and respect had held them both at bay.
This was not a night for any of those things and Eske was well kept by her Myr hash. The pipe, even, had found its way into one of her reaching vine tendrils, and then back to her lips as she curled with a green smile toward those interloping hands. The heradryad pulled in on the pipe with a long draw, then delicately tipped it into the curved, thorn claws of her hand and released the hazy smoke on her next words.
"You are far too kind," the smoke rolled and swirled about his bare chest and under his chin. Eske leaned to hover there before him, a warmth in her smile and a glint of vague appreciation in those bright jungle eyes, "this form is not usually the one to get such words. Perhaps you would appreciate another form - one of your kind - more, mm?"