User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-28358106-20171106221206/@comment-28358106-20171108171359

Tirush's face lights up, her usual self returning. "It is from our old stories, as I have said.  The name of the Great Fire, from when the world was young, from where all things come.  Shaped, as if it were clay, by the hands of the Creator, Lot'Rah.  From where he pulled us, and made the Mirraadaakh, and pulled your people, and made the Vuhl'Muzh.  From there, all people came.  And when he decides to make again, he will call all people back, back to the ashes, to once again become The Fire."

She moves her hand as she explains, then stops. She looks away for a moment, then back, a small smile on her lips, its meaning unclear.

"It also means another thing, one that I can tell you, if you wish to draw the sounds.  I..."

She gets an annoyed look on her face, and turns around. Partha is on the end of her tail, grabbing it and chewing it, kicking it with her rear feet like a cat and making hom nom nom growling noises.

"...May we take meat, and sit, and talk?  Otherwise I may need to leave to discipline my haaka." She glares at her child.