The elves had been less than hospitable towards Sirka, for good reason of course. With a village made entirely out of organic, flammable material, it was obvious that they'd want to keep a being of fire away from it. One doesnt keep a flask of oil next to a campfire, after all. Thankfully Tyora could vouch for Sirka, promising that she wasn't a danger to the Lake of the Moon. Begrudgingly, the elves caved, but refused to keep the fire nymph in the inn. It wasn't just the fear of Sirka waking up that troubled them, but also the fear of her not waking up. Her body was deteriorating rapidly with each passing day, effectively turning Sirka in a ticking timebomb, ready to explode in a fiery explosion once her body gave out. Sirka was therefor moved towards an old storage shelter, long abandoned as the village had outgrown its size. It was one of the few structures that incorporated stone in its design, for insulation.<br/><br/>For days the healers watched helplessly as her body grew weaker and weaker, the glow of her body slowly dimming like a flickering fire. All the while, Sirka was trapped in an endless loop of reliving the nightmare over and over again. It wasn't like Sirka wasn't aware of what was happening, she knew exactly what was going to happen, and who'd she find at the top of the road. She was also well aware of what would happen one she found<i>her</i>. But what if this time it was different? Wasn't that worth the try?<br/><br/>Nobody could tell how Sirka woke up. Whether the spell had simply run its course, or Sirka had broken it herself. She wouldn't speak a word about it, as the healers tended to her weakened body. As her strength returned, so did her chipper personality, almost as if nothing had happened! When the healers asked her how she was feeling, Sirka simply looked at them, smiling brightly and answered.<b>"I'll forever be alone, I'll just have to live with that."</b><br/><br/>As the days passed and Sirka was back to full strength, the others could occasionally see her darting between the various buildings, 'ooh'-ing and 'aah'-ing loudly, and generally scaring the crap out of the poor Elves living there, who still werent exactly pleased with a fire nymph running around freely, but at least she appeared to be harmless albeit a little overenthusiastic.<br/><br/>Which brings us to present day...<br/><br/>"OI! GET BACK 'ERE, YA THIEVIN' DEMON!" The calm atmosphere of the inn was rudely interrupted as there were a series of crashes coming from the back room, following the loud exclaims of the man that some would know as the inn's chef. More bangs and crashes were heard, until suddenly Sirka burst through the door into the main drinking area of the inn. She was holding an assortment of items, ranging from jars to a small keg, and swaggered slightly as she took in her surroundings. If it wasn't clear already, the girl was clearly hammered.<br/><br/>As her mind had set a course towards the front door, it seemed like her feet were still lagging behind, causing her to trip over her own clumsy feet. It was probably a good thing this place, and many of the others, had soft grass growing on the floor. Sirka fell down onto the ground, her perky ass pointing up into the air as her tail wagged back and forth excitingly. Her... 'Appropriated' goods strewn across the floor. Sirka giggled as she rolled around in the soft grass, trying to clumsily scoop up her treats, before noticing Tyora from the corner of her eye. Immediately dropping her goods, she perked upright, waving excitingly.<b>"TYORA! TYORAAAA!"</b>She yelled, louder than was necessary. Stumbling, she got up and rushed over to the elf, wrapping her arms around her head and pulling the girl into her warm chest.<br/><br/>Sirka's cheeks were glowing brightly, quite literally so. It was almost like two little flames were burning behind her cheeks as she snuggled Tyora. It was only then that Sirka noticed that Verita was also there!<b>"Verita!"</b>She cheered happily, before she gazed at the curious elf sitting next to her as well as the peculiar looking siren.<b>"And... Euhm..."</b>She squinted, still firmly holding Tyora's head to her warmer than normal chest.<b>"I dont know you!"</b>She eventually shouted, finally letting go of Tyora as she raised her arms into the air, giggling loudly as she fell backwards onto the soft grass.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>