"I make haste to Zenith," Aersilae told the woman. There was a time when she had known most of her fellow fey, her people being long lived and few. "I am a Champion in the mortals' forces and we have just suffered a defeat at the Demons' hands, at the city of Outlook-- it is up the river from here, and this place may soon grow unsafe." Solidifying as she pulled herself out of the water and to her feet, Aersilae flicked her hair and droplets sprayed out. Taking the woman in, she saw that she was quite pleasing-- not at only simply from her glamour, but also amongst the heritage of their already exceptional people.<br/><br/>"I am Aersilae, Nymph of the Westsea and her isles; might I ask the pleasure of knowing your name?" If the spirit was native to this place, then the news that the mass that was the Heart of Sin was growing outwards towards her lands may well unsettle her. In a hopes to lessen the potential blow to her new acquaintance, she loosened the fabric around her groin and peeled off the band around her bosom after untying it where it was joined in the back. "You are quite beautiful, if you do not mind my remarking," Aersilae told the other fey as she fold her legs to sit on her side by her.