The concept of privacy for something so natural is utterly foreign to her, and the nymph shakes her head no to both questions.
"You are welcome to climb, if it takes your fancy," she tells him with a smile, then promptly sheds her chiton. Completely nude save for her long red hair and the few flowers woven into it, the dryade reaches out both hands to the trunk of the tree, then climbs it so swiftly she almost flies. Cradled by strong branches, smooth limbs wrap themselves as far around the oak as her slight body allows. The majestic tree visibly shudders in response, and one branch clearly moves to cradle her back.
Her eyes are closed, and Remylebeau might be able to hear her crooning gently to the ancient tree, singing to him of life and sunlight and rain and sweet joys.
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"You are welcome to climb, if it takes your fancy," she tells him with a smile, then promptly sheds her chiton. Completely nude save for her long red hair and the few flowers woven into it, the dryade reaches out both hands to the trunk of the tree, then climbs it so swiftly she almost flies. Cradled by strong branches, smooth limbs wrap themselves as far around the oak as her slight body allows. The majestic tree visibly shudders in response, and one branch clearly moves to cradle her back.
Her eyes are closed, and Remylebeau might be able to hear her crooning gently to the ancient tree, singing to him of life and sunlight and rain and sweet joys.