Halsin hits round 2 with Shadowheart, churning that goodberry pie he already left in her into a frothy goodberry porridge. Tav sits nearby rocking back and forth, squealing in anticipation, ready to slurp it down eagerly, though still a bit queasy from all he's ingested so far today.
Breathing heavy from the exertion, the archdruid Halsin dismounts Shadowheart and steps aside, revealing the sticky mess he left in her, dripping out slowly.
Tav is still feeling unwell from the previous batches, so starts backing away. "Oh, you aren't quitting now, are you?" Shadowheart teases, casting Command: Eat.
The rich, sweet taste of goodberry and the musky scent of Halsin's thick balls mingle into an intoxicating blend in Shadowheart's damp and sticky Grove.
The mixture has a presence that infiltrates Tav's very pores. It will be a long time before its traces will fully disappear from around his face.