Women are like volcanoes

Deluge bit back the temptation to retort with dead Mummy Fatalis? She wasn't into causing pain for no good reason and as shaky as the ground was with her own mother, well, she wasn't quite sure she wanted her dead. She saw how much it tore Dread up when his father had bought it up on the battlefield. “Dread doesn't speak about 'is family much, I think it's still a bit o' a raw topic.” She was still keeping half an eye on the cat, trying not to let her hackles inch up in response to its proximity.

She turned her attention to the slope that rose towards the center of the island. Would it hold a lush forest like Atlantis did? “I'm Deluge, from Raider's Hollow, but I'm lookin' ter start my own band so I'm not 'ere fer them. It's gettin' darker, an' the ground goes up pretty sharply from 'ere. Were yer lookin' fer a climb?” Deluge had every intention of scaling the heights to see what was on the other side. Prickly as she was, the Fallen girl wasn't opposed to company.

“Speech”