Flashfire

His response brings another amused giggle to Naamah, and she waves her tail in a wide sweep against the smooth stone beneath her. There was a fascination with the stormy colored heathen, perhaps it was the way he hadn't run from her. Maybe it was his strength, most wolves fell beneath her paws in begging heaps of pathetic. Weakness would have seen the male as prey, but his strength called to her inner beast. She entertained the idea as she translated her response to the common tongue. "I have ruin many days, yes. Though...most vitare...ah, avoid me. You, we speak. I find this...strange? No, different, yes, this is different." Her other question was answered with a shrug, and he mentioned the beauty of the place.

It was a wonder, cloaked with fog and damn near silent. The thickness of the fog added an illusion of isolation that Naamah found herself growing more and more fond of. Watching his interaction with the plant life, Naamah tilts her head and chuckles softly. "This is a very nice smell. Spicy..." She moves then, coming down from the foundation and moving to get a better view of him, though she did maintain a respectful distance. "I was missing home, so I come to rest and escape heat also." Lilith's laughter rang out so loudly within her mind that Naamah nearly growled outwardly at the volume with her head. Du lief in Hitze, Naamah. Es ist Winter in unserem Haus. The woman snickered and Naamah mentally shook the crap out of her for switching her mind to such thoughts. Externally, however, she seemed to be patiently waiting for further conversation.

I took a sip from the Devil's cup.