"Simble." Sylvia repeated with a little apprehension. Things that were described as simple never turned out that way, did they? Even so, she was resolved to do this, and leaning forward slightly, she extended her hand to take Ulv's.
For the first few moments, nothing happened. However, despite the delay, the flames from Ulv's hand caught on to the Quincy's own, and she gasped; not in pain or shock, but not entirely without the latter. The flames of passion licked at her fingers, and without meaning to, her Blut sprung to life underneath them. The softly curling blue lines raced up her arm, and disappeared underneath her clothes, before their color changed to red, then softened alarmingly in shade.
As her Blut continued to form all over her body, and lastly crept up into her face, Sylvia became lost to how warm it felt. It was pleasant. It was inviting, even.
Rather than keep Ulv's energy out, her Blut became a highway for the flame to travel throughout her very being and soul. She accepted the power, and her chest grew warm, then hot as the fires settled in and took root. She gasped again, pleasantly, and sighed as her Blut receded and became dormant again.
"Beeindruckend!" She exclaimed breathily, and slowly let go of the woman's hand. Like the passion that exuded from Ulv, Sylvia's very presence began to fill the room in kind, embracing the other woman like a hug that she couldn't escape. It was wonderful and compassionate, like a family member home for the holidays.
Sylvia grinned softly, and relaxed back into her seat again. It was strange to feel the flame burning inside of her, or was that her imagination? Was it because of the power, or had such a thing always been there?
"Zis is... nice." She spoke softly from the seat she had sunk even further in to.