Everything

An air of irrational euphoria spreads through the grove as all four women laugh and run about, gathering up all they can find.

Allista plucks an apple from a tree and then takes a large, un-lady-like bite out of it. She gasps in euphoria as the juice dribbles down her chin.

Hilda smiles knowingly at the noble as she greedily gobbles it up before grabbing another off the tree, and then another.

Mara is busily plucking sweet berries from a bush, and using her arm to cradle the tiny treasures against her belly.

Hilda giggles when the blonde bends too far forward and falls, smashing the juicy food against her body.

Mara blushes in shame, the naked ex-knight playfully runs her finger across the woman's bare body and then sensually licks it clean.

"They make a good jam too!" Hilda proclaims as she smears the sweet treat against the blonde.

"Look at this!" Myla exclaims as she cups a giant, pear-like gourd. "Jumba Roots! These things are great!"

Hilda blinks. She didn't recognize the thing and had stayed away from it since her arrival.

"You crack them open and drink the juice inside!" The bard declares. "They're an elven delicacy!"

She had heard about them in her travels, but never actually tried one. Off course, she wasn't about to let the others know that.

"Bring them too then," Hilda says. "Let's celebrate!"

All four women giggle and squeal as they embrace their new, carefree life style and begin to feast.