Stoke the fires of the past

Purple lips parroted her terminology, bringing a bright and entertained smile to the dame's face. Lavender holographic eyes moved slightly over the woman's frame, assessing her subtly as she stood in contemplation. "Yes, darling. I am a new mother, as such I am ceaselessly disturbed by one thing or another." She practically cooed at the violaceous woman, dual vocals giving an otherworldly air to the satanic queen. Of course, Lurid was just as twisted as the woman supposed, but there was no way the crystalline creature would portray such things openly. At her remark about being thoughtful, Adelphie replied easily, bringing another teasing smirk to the pallid demon's lips. "You have a good eye, this place would be a mecca in the winters of the north. Valuable." As the witch spoke, she unfurled from her position on the rock and moved with silent, ethereal grace to meet the other within a respectable distance as the unsaid compliment was given. "I am so glad you noticed!" An easy smile formed on the crystal devil's alabaster lips, noticeably puffing up her chest in an almost comical fashion if not for the subtle bulging of feminine musculature.

Lurid gave a dark laugh then, her unique vocals making the sound seem whispered, as well as at the expected volume. The dark-minded witch moved to sit once more before Adelphie, a softer smile playing on her lips. "I could agree, very beautiful." Her comment was more pointed than the amethyst woman's had been, "What brings you to the lands, Adelphie, assuming you weren't born here." She spoke eloquently, giving the woman time enough to react before she asked her question. She didn't want to be rude, after all, she needed to play nice. At least for a little while longer.