Cold blue eyes stared down at the creature cowering at her paws, a small rabbit. Ainsel nudged the creature towards the river of lava, ignoring the quiet complaints of the bat on her back. "My queen....Are you positive we should torture this....thing?" Ainsel didn't speak, instead pushing the creature into the lava. It melted away before her eyes, and yet the female still said nothing until a moment later. "N't 'n' 'f th'm." Ainsel muttered this under her breath, automatically translating the words. Not one of them. Those words seemed....strange to her. Why could she not be one of them? One of those creatures that lived forever, that outlived everything? Why did she have to be mortal?

Head turning a little, she glanced at the bat on her back, who was staring at the lava as if he were afraid that Ainsel would kill him as well. A quiet snort came from Ainsel. Silly creature. I wouldn't kill you. You're my company.

She is here. The carmine viper has been following her little sister's scent ever since she smelt it a few miles south from here. She has been following the scent blindly, not concerned with where it could lead or where she had to travel to follow it. She is surprised though, when she follows it into the mouth of hole that leads her toward the depths of the earth. The deeper she travels, the warmer her surroundings become. A few minutes of time pass before an opening forms before her eyes, within it a bright river of molten lava. Her eyes sweep the scene in search for a form, and when she sees her, she naturally moves toward it. There is a creature perched on her sister's shoulder, and the hackles along her nape and spine raise in defense. Marco trails behind her, his curious eyes locked on the lava. It is obvious he has never seen lava before. Apollyon is coiled around his masters neck, the front half of his body raised up so his head was beside Fiamette's. Once she is in a 10 foot range of her sister she comes to a halt. "Long time no see..." She mutters, a devilish smirk creasing her ebony lips. She never thought this day would come. "Speech"

The scent of another made Ainsel turn her head, and a strange sight met her light blue eyes. Fur bristling at the female's words, Ainsel tilted her head. Who was this? A wolf, maybe, long forgotten? The vampire bat, though, recognized the female. And so, while Ainsel stayed silent, he spoke in a soft voice. "She doesn't remember you." Ainsel hesitated, glaring at the serpent wrapped around the wolf's shoulders. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft. "'R' y' 'n' 'f th'm?" She asked, referring to the immortals she craved so desperately to be. And the smaller female, with her red fur, was probably one of them. The vampire bat gave Ainsel a glance, hesitating before speaking. "In case you didn't understand, Ainsel asked if you were one of them."Ainsel gave the bat a harsh glare, the words on the tip of her tongue.....Or they would be, if she had a tongue. Don't speak for me. Although she said nothing, the bat knew what she was saying and fell silent.

Her sister's weary body language is expected, but she does not change her own in response. On the outside she remains cool and impassive, while on the inside she is concerned for her sister. Hesita is different now. The bat is the first to speak to her, and when he says Hestia does not remember her, her attention turns from him to her. How could her sister not remember her? How could she not remember their fights, their arguments, the day their mothers abandoned them both? Suddenly Hestia speaks, her words broken and unfinished. It sounded like she was missing her toungue or had damaged her voice box. The bat makes another statement, and Fiamette becomes confused. She didn't remember her, and now she was asking irrelevant questions? She thought for sure her sister would remember her enough to at least recognize her.  "I do not know who they are, but if she is referring to one of her siblings, then yes." She turns her eyes away from the bat to glare at Hesita. "I am your sister."

"H've n' s'st'rs 'f y'r c'l'ors." Although her words were broken, the bat was quick to translate again. "Ainsel says that she has no sisters of your coloration." After a moment, the female spoke again. "'nly 'Ris'" The bat glanced at the red wolf, and back towards Ainsel, his voice lowering a little again. "She only remembers Arisu. The rest of you, she knows nothing about. She's been gone too long." Ainsel, if she heard his words, made no response. Her blue gaze was on the female, trying to see if she remembered her. The female clawed through her memories, but remembered nothing of her family. It was as if she had erased everything with her other siblings in it. To the female, her paw was broken because she fell. And, after a moment, Ainsel returned to the present, with no signs of remembering the other female.