How long had she spent here in the jungle? She no longer knew. It all bled together, like a sweet and hazy dream…

Master had been true to its word, caring for her in the morning. She had fruit and berries and nuts to eat, and a gentle stream to bathe in, and more nectar to drink. Always, always the nectar, dribbling down and cupped in Master’s fronds, or sweetly suckled from Master’s tongue. The nectar’s spice made her whole body electric, sent the sweet lavender aroma pulsing even heavier through her brain…