Vash'ti's black eyes stare unblinking at Fiera, her full lips spreading into a sultry smile as she revels in the mage's form.  "It has been ages since I beheld an elf as now," the choir of voices says through the smiling mouth.  "From over the great seas, your people have taken well to the gift of Oer'dhiel.  I can feel it in you,<i>mage</i>".  She seems to drink in all of Fiera at the same glance, her eyes impossible to discern, the waves of dread she causes still palpable.  She steps closer, and her skin radiates a feverish heat like a stone left in the sun. "Your generations far from the burning lands show in you."<br/><br/>Fiera is tall, and, though not dripping with sexual charms, she is beautiful in the way elves are; natural, eerily youthful and graceful in form and movement-- and next to Vash'ti, the contrasts are screamingly apparent.  Fiera's coppery head reaches Vash'ti's eyes-- placing the woman at close to six feet tall.  Where the elf's lovely and willowy body is subtly curved, not overly endowed, Vash'ti's seems to bristle with strength-- long muscles support her fierce posture, her generous hips and full, upturned breasts inviting and implying fertility, vigor.<br/><br/>Bronze skin against pale, Vash'ti lifts one arm and places her long fingers along the elf's creamy flesh, stroking her cheek and, if drawing a flinch, perhaps returning a grin of both assurance and wicked delight at her fear.  "Your hair of fire is a sign of Oer'dhiel's favor, you know."  The talons and hot, hard fingers draw their way down Fiera's cheek and throat-- not leaving even so much as a white scratch as they glide over the elf's collarbone.  The light brown crests of her breasts-- the nipples hardening and feverishly hot as the rest of her-- brush gently against Fieras as she turns away to walk a circle around the mage.<br/><br/>"I can feel the wanting in you."  She upturns her face to study Quinta and Alphonse, her even white teeth with their subtly threatening canines flashing in a grin.  "And your companions.  They both see your beauty, despite their restraint.  You came here leading them... lead them in this as well."  She laughs, the riotous voices joining in for a sound both lovely and terrible.<br/><br/>The soaking goblin crawls her way onto the shore and sits up, still streaming water, and gives a vigorous sneeze.  She immediately begins searching the shore line, her nose working fiercely.  She seems to ignore the others, for the moment, in favor of seeking something<i>else</i>.