Sirka's ears perked up as a sudden voice called out to her. Over the years she spend with the 'civilized species' she was making headway with recognizing faces - she could even distinguish races now! - though they still tended to blend together. Voices however, were something she could clearly separate, and the one calling out to her was definitely not from someone on the ship. It might be someone who lives in this cave, but then how do they know her name? The only logical explanation was that this was whatever was inhabiting this cave, and it was toying with her. It would explain why and how it was luring everybody away from the group. It was splitting everybody up!<br/><br/>The...<i>thing</i>... was making one fatal flaw though. It was trying to prey on sympathy by using the voice of a distressed child, calling out for help. The paragon of innocence. But this only held true for someone who was brought up in a civilization, where surviving meant being dependent on the greater group. Sirka was different in that regard. She would happily watch a child burn to death if it was interesting enough, it would even provide for a proper meal. No point letting good meat go to waste. There was a perfectly sound reason why Fire Nymphs were still classified as monsters.<br/><br/>Of course, even though it was a trap, there was one very distinct characteristic of Fire Nymphs that this<i>thing</i>was perhaps preying on, and that was their insatiable curiosity. It was the very reason Sirka even entered this cave in the first place, even though she knew it would be nothing but bad news! Something was here, something ancient and powerful, and Sirka simply had to know who or what it was. If it meant her death, so be it, it would simply initiate her ascension to Fire Elemental.<br/><br/>Grinning, and with an excitable sway in her coiling tail, she bounced up the road, towards the looming light. Would the<i>thing</i>reveal itself? Would it try to continue the charade? Would it attack her? Was it already attacking the others? Had it already killed some of the others? So many questions, so little time.<br/><br/><b>"Helloooooo?"</b>Sirka cooed out, squinting into the bright light to try and make out a shape she might recognize.<b>"Sirka is here, you can come out now!"</b>Her heart was beating with excitement!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>