When the strange elven woman's veil fell down to expose the rest of her face, and the short kempt brown hair Nisha couldn’t help but think the style at least suited her strong features well. Of course the feral  movements of the other woman of course kept such thoughts subdued. The growls, her posture and the predatory look in her eyes were all more than enough to keep the outlander on her figurative toes. Had she gone way far out of her way and in the worst possible luck ended up on some backwater ,primeval plane?<br/><br/>Nisha’s obsidian colored eyes try to follow the glinting steel of her dagger as it is shifted but the bone axe quickly becomes to focus of her vision, the gore and blood staining its otherwise bleached surface not escaping the woman.<span style="color: blue">Yes, clearly you’ve ended up on on the wrong plane , Nisha…</span>the thought echoed in her head as the woman began to  placate her much would placate a child.<span style="color: blue"> “ No. I know this is an Oasis, and </span>“ She picks up sand one more and lets it fall through the cracks of her pale, dainty fingers once more before sighing.<span style="color: blue">“That is sand.”</span><br/><br/>Of course it wasn’t too long after that apparently the mysterious elf across from her came to mistake one of the common nicknames for Sigil as a literal cage, a literal prison for the Tiefling and then called her plump…and a Kanda? What the hell is a Kanda? Once more the thought rings in her mind and she speaks up soon after, eyes still carefully following the movements of a certain bone-hewn weapon.<span style="color: blue"> “ Kanda? N-no. I am a Tiefling! From the city Sigil and I am not that plump!” </span>There was a slight annoyance in her feminine, soft voice and all hint of it was lost as soon as the mention of gold turned Tyl’ra into a raving lunatic and the dune-running elf had deemed it fit to leap atop her and brandish that horrible thing in her face.<br/><br/>Her obsidian-like eyes go wide as saucers and her considerably pale face goes a few shades lighter.  Where exactly had she appeared that even the sheer mention of gold evoked such a frenzy? What would she do without it now? It wasn’t like she had some way to get back to Sigil so easily and by her luck the first thing to happen to her upon waking is being shook down for all she was worth by some barbarian elf…<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">“No! I d-do value my life just…” </span>Her arms struggle under the lean , muscled weight of the other woman, her soft nails pressing into Tyl’ra’s skin for a moment before Nisha goes limp under her, saucer-like eyes focused on the brandished axe , not even deigning the elf of importance when such a vicious looking thing was all but shoved in her face. It was terrifying, a first for the Tiefling , to be robbed and have a weapon brandished at her and after her coming of age no less. Nisha tried to contain herself despite that, a little fear bubbling up to the surface in the form of a sob that she quickly tried to suppress only to make her small chest heave all the more.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">“P-please it’s just in the purse at my waist just please answer my questions. This isn’t Sigil… I… you I can help you I know some magic. I can even clean you like you’d just bathed with a touch”</span>And in Nisha’s mind the offer of such a thing made a deal of sense when dealing with a woman who’d likely not seen clean water in some time.<span style="color: blue">“ J-just don’t kill me, please.” </span><br/><br/>The obsidian eyed girl swallows, glancing from weapon to owner and once more fighting a sob of fear. “<span style="color: blue"> It’s all in that little cloth pouch…pleaseee”</span>she sounded utterly pathetic, a woman out of her depths and quite scared.<br/><br/>(( ugh, sorry for the 'meh' quality))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>