Ari's mouth gaped, words lost with what he is seeing. If the expression 'cat-got-your-tongue' had a face, Arikyer would have been the perfect model.
Bodies of sybaritic proportions, locks of wavy silky smooth hair dancing in the soft breeze, laughter that echoed sweet melodies; the nymphs were a sight to behold.
They emerged from everywhere and started to congregate in a little pool of forest spring water, walking on their toes as if floating – hovering more like it – above the ground. Their foot almost touching the damp leaves on the woodland, but not quite as much as butterflies fluttering around. Gingerly, one by one they dipped their bodies into the water and played naked and unbothered by the cold breeze of the tropics.
