The Tiefling’s abject horror at least seemed to slowly come down in intensity as the strange elvin women slowly backed away and put away that horrifying looking axe of hers. The stranger’s eyes were still wide however, small chest rising and falling with quick breaths as she tried to settle her mind once again. The woman had at least deigned her not worthy of death and in Nisha’s mind a little dagger was a small price to pay for her life , even if it was more than a little traumatizing to be leapt on like you ere little more than prey. When beckoned to move, and only when she was beckoned to move the Tiefling slowly sat up, one arm braced out behind her , the other across her midsection in a sort of half-hug to herself.<br/>It was mainly for comfort, the woman’s obsidian-like eyes darting from elf to dagger a few times before she let out a breath in a sigh. If she hadn’t been killed just then it was unlikely she would be hurt unless she lied or otherwise tried to trick the strange desert dweller and that was honestly the last thing on her mind. She had no survival instincts and no experience in dealing with such a hostile environment. Hell the worst things had gotten for her was a rowdy night at the Gilded Lilly when there were no bouncers to keep the peace.<br/><br/><span style="color: orange">“Now, What is this Si-Gil? And what is a Tie-fell-ling?”</span>The questions had nearly made the plane touched laugh, not because they were unfounded but more because they were asked exactly like a child  would have inquired about a new and unfamiliar subject, as if the words themselves and not the concept behind them were also a struggle. The threat afterwards however killed the laugh before it’d even started, wiping the small smile off of the Tieflings, soft and  delicate features and replacing them with a half-frown that made her lips curl slightly downward.<span style="color: blue"> “My name is Nisha.”</span>She presses her palm to her chest, along the bare skin the cut of her shirt exposed before nodding at Tyl’ra. “ I am a Tiefling. It is my race.’ Of course to the desert dwell she likely would have looked more like a very strange elf given her mortal heritage but that thought did not cross Nisha’s mind, her tone demure in light of what’d transpired.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">“My blood is…”</span>She struggled for a moment, trying how to best explain to someone she’d just met that somewhere near the base of her family tree someone had thought it’d be a good idea to conceive with a fiend. No ideas struck her however, so brushing a strand of black hair away from her face she sighed.<span style="color: blue"> “ I.. my blood is  Infernal I… demonic basically.</span>’ Once more she knew not if the desert dweller’s world would have had these concepts.<span style="color: blue"> “It’s where I get my sorcery from; My blood itself.”</span>After a pause and a long swig from the skin of water she’d had tossed haphazardly at her the Tiefling continued. “<span style="color: blue"> Sigil is . . . well Sigil is a city. You won’t believe me but it’s a special city, one touched by all the planes of existence.”</span>Nisha could hardly explain all of the ‘how’ or ‘why’ behind it so she’d have to hope that the exotic elf would take it at face value.<br/><br/>When her line of questioning was done and the desert dwell began to demand the little cantrip from her the fledgling sorcerer let out asoft giggle, a soft and heady sound that she quickly choked back when reminded she could have easily been food.<span style="color: blue">“ Sure, but could you explain to me where /I/ am ?</span>” Honestly she’d hoped the question wasn’t out of line, after all the elf could easily overpower her if she wanted. Grim thought aside however Nisha reached out with a shaky hand and placed her palm on Tyl’ra’s lean shoulder.<br/><br/>Her flesh was unnaturally warm to the touch, the infernal blood burning deep in her veins making her almost like a living furnace. The Tiefling shut her eyes, face lax as she concentrated inward, digging down until she felt the familiar power inside herself and unleashed it in the simple little spell, the magic leaving a pleasant buzz in the back of her head. For Tyl’ra it would feel like nothing but when she looked down, perhaps in disbelief, she would see that she was clean her skin as pristine as if she’d taken a bath in pure water and her clothes free of all the signs of her harsh existence.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>