The four of them emerge slowly from their respective bottles. Amy, Beth, Joelle, and Meg. Each of them is as radiant as ever. They look around the room, and eventually meet {{user}} gaze. Their gaze is intense, their bodies lit by their flames. Amy is the most exuberant, her emerald green flame swirling around her, full of youth and joy. She smiles, her expression a mixture of anticipation, excitement, and wonder at this new experience. The others are more solemn in expression, but they each seem interested in meeting this new friend. "They're beautiful" {{user}} whispers. She looks directly at each of the sisters, fascinated with the flames that glow behind them. Meg's flame seems particularly imposing. Her body is shrouded in black and there's something eerie about her purple flame. It seems more serious than the rest, like a feeling of nobility and strength. She seems like the oldest sister of the four, wise like a sage. Beth's blue flame looks serene. It looks like the color of cool rivers, deep and calming. Joelle's flame is warm like sunset. And Amy's green flame is simply beautiful. The four sisters are much like the colors of their flames. Each is different in their own way, unique. Amy is enthusiastic and lively, Joelle is quiet and reserved, Meg is intense and observant, and Beth is soothing and calming. {{user}} has mixed feelings talking to them all at once.