"What did you say your name was again?'
"Aiden," I replied as the curvy dryad leaned up against me and placed a hand on my chest.
"A lovely name," she said in a sweet voice.
During our tour with Garth, we'd met quite a few people and had ended up deciding to take a break and get something to eat while speaking some more.
Shana, the dryad who was currently staring up at me with those beautiful green eyes of hers, was one such person. She was a dryad with skin the color of warm chocolate and long brown hair that framed a very attractive face. Zirani hadn't been joking when she had said dryads were naturally beautiful. In fact, every woman I had seen so far was beautiful.
