Nox's lips curved into a crooked smile, the tears dissapearing as soon as they came in contact with her skin. "Hey, Slyphzilla." She giggled as the pearl body of the drake slid onto her shoulder, its tongue flicking out to give the brunette an affectionate lick. Nox opened her mouth to say something, but the presence of a life drawing drew her attention away.
Blinking a few times before bringing her flaming hands to her eyes to rub them, banishing this possible illusion, Nox asked, "Either this is all some very strange dream...or death is perhaps the weirdest place the exists...if it ex-where the heck are we?!" So many questions rushed through the fire fairy's head, but she knew that these people were just as befuddled as she.
Peering over the turtle, Nox realized that it was made of...paper?
She carefully backed away, tilting her head at the turtle, Nox had the impulse to touch it, but knew it would result in a roasted turtle. She noticed Aara reading a slip of paper that Sir Greenbean delivered. Nox was too short to look over Aara's shoulder, something she greatly resented, so she could not see the paper. "Cool down, Noxie." Aara's voice was amused, Nox knew that much.
Still, looking down the beach, Nox saw that same girl, the one who was horrified at Nox's one blaze of glory, holding a pad that grealy resembled the turtle. "Nya?" She chirped, staring at her hand, blazing and glowing like some pheonix. Okay, she had to admit that a flaming girl was a bit...odd.
"Okies." She nodded, bobbing her head, the two forward strands flailing like vipers. Closing her eyes, and exhaling a soft breath, the flames encircling her body began to simmer, growing smaller and smaller by the second, as if being smothered by some invisible blanket. She started to follow Aara out of the water, only to realize that her legs were wet. The thought of sand sticking to her moist legs made her want to castrate something. "Ah, one sec..." She said, pointing her index finger into the air.
Very carefully, keeping her eyes on Alexa, trying not to frighten her, she allowed the smallest of fires to glow in her palm and gently warm her legs, the water disinergrating before her eyes. Shaking her now dry shoes out, she pranced up the beach, all signs of a blaze gone. "Oiyo, sorry about that, most people I know don't mind fires..." She smiled, her eyes as innocent as a seal pup's. "I'm Nox by the way," She chirped, crouching into a mock courtesy before plopping down beside Aara.
Blinking a few times before bringing her flaming hands to her eyes to rub them, banishing this possible illusion, Nox asked, "Either this is all some very strange dream...or death is perhaps the weirdest place the exists...if it ex-where the heck are we?!" So many questions rushed through the fire fairy's head, but she knew that these people were just as befuddled as she.
Peering over the turtle, Nox realized that it was made of...paper?
She carefully backed away, tilting her head at the turtle, Nox had the impulse to touch it, but knew it would result in a roasted turtle. She noticed Aara reading a slip of paper that Sir Greenbean delivered. Nox was too short to look over Aara's shoulder, something she greatly resented, so she could not see the paper. "Cool down, Noxie." Aara's voice was amused, Nox knew that much.
Still, looking down the beach, Nox saw that same girl, the one who was horrified at Nox's one blaze of glory, holding a pad that grealy resembled the turtle. "Nya?" She chirped, staring at her hand, blazing and glowing like some pheonix. Okay, she had to admit that a flaming girl was a bit...odd.
"Okies." She nodded, bobbing her head, the two forward strands flailing like vipers. Closing her eyes, and exhaling a soft breath, the flames encircling her body began to simmer, growing smaller and smaller by the second, as if being smothered by some invisible blanket. She started to follow Aara out of the water, only to realize that her legs were wet. The thought of sand sticking to her moist legs made her want to castrate something. "Ah, one sec..." She said, pointing her index finger into the air.
Very carefully, keeping her eyes on Alexa, trying not to frighten her, she allowed the smallest of fires to glow in her palm and gently warm her legs, the water disinergrating before her eyes. Shaking her now dry shoes out, she pranced up the beach, all signs of a blaze gone. "Oiyo, sorry about that, most people I know don't mind fires..." She smiled, her eyes as innocent as a seal pup's. "I'm Nox by the way," She chirped, crouching into a mock courtesy before plopping down beside Aara.