Liquid fire

The purple Nymph had been pulled towards this place, Which had only recently formed after the disaster that had taken place on alactria. She could only feel the relief coursing over her that she had taken no serious damage. Infact, none at all. Though, Desire? knew full well that others where not quite so lucky. Her small paws would caress the dusty floors, shifting her towards Hells river where the stream burns deep, and the color illuminating. So pretty to see, though to touch was never an option. The most beautiful of things can be the one object that those can never feel, which only makes them envy it even more. Des would look into it for atleast a minute, blurring out everything else, almost drifting of. Until she heard another speaking in another tongue. A grin would pull upon her thin lips, happy to know she already knew the language. She knew many, and can hold it to her advantage. But right now, she had no intention to tell the stranger. Her gaze would drift upon his form, only slightly bigger then hers. The silken tail would lick at her heels before departing her pretty little maw. " Whats so funny?" It was then the petite babe would break the silence that was slowly building up like a wall between them. 'My old friend. Blood of my blood. My mother would like to swim in your water' Seemed like a rather unusual thing to say, though what left her wondering was why he found it funny.