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Cyndwella's cheeks flush violet. She snatches the drink from Hound's hand and downs it, wiping her lips with a finger. "And let me guess. You don't drink, either.  Some sort of 'noble savage' routine?"

"You are right, and wrong. No, I do not drink, but I do not drink because if I were to hiccup, I would singe something."

"Can't hold your drink, huh?" Cyndwella says triumphantly.

"My flame is no small thing, little ghost." Tirush sets down the ring she has unwoven from her hair and begins on another.

"I know a thing or two about fire," Cyndwella growls.

"Not like mine, I'm afraid."

With that, Cyndwella waves her hand in an arc, the violet flames leaping from the fireplace and surrounding Tirush, who looks at it with curiosity as it swarms her body.

"HA! There!  What do you think of THAT??" Cyndwella says, rising in the air. "Bet you're having a hard time thinking about your husband NOW, aren't you?...?"

Tirush simply looks at the violet flames, waving them off like flies. "I am immune to the effects of Demonic Fire, if that is what you are asking. I can control flames of my own."

-FOOSH-

With an unexpected flap of her wings, the flames around Tirush are extinguished. Cyndwella hangs for a moment, dumbfounded, then grits her teeth and shakes in anger.

"RrrrRRRRGH! If we weren't in the house I'd show you EXACTLY what I can do!  So you wanna marry that pantywaisted, limp-wristed doctor?  FINE!  Just don't think that because hes Marky's friend that you can come crawling to me for advice when he rolls over and snores after the first two minutes!"

-BAMF-

She tucks into herself into a ball of blue flame and disappears.

"...What a fragile girl. I wonder what it must be like to be so weak that mere words can hurt." Tirush weaves the ring back into her hair.