Desolation comes upon the sky // Woolf/Heartfire

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

After making it quite clear that she would not be chaperoning anyone anywhere except Nerine, Scorch had left the field that day in quite a huff. Gods be damned that, in the last month of Nerine's contract with Loess, she'd managed to recruit not one but TWO members for them! And inadvertently! To say that she'd in any way advertised its charms would be an understatement, but somehow, what she'd said had seemed to appeal to both her listeners.

Electra she had no hope in from the start - besides a brief moment when the mare had seemed to come around only to turn away again - but the mulberry stallion with whom she had shared blood presented an infinite realm of possibility and excitement. His magic was of a kind she'd never witnessed, and to say that she didn't want to see more - and in Nerine's name - would be a falsehood.

Spring came now, and the birth of her daughter presented a kind of head ache that also made her heart ache, and her stomach, and her bones - the list went on. But little Blue was away for a visit to Ischia this week, and so she attempted to unshoulder the burden that that precious girl represented in her life. She still hadn't told her husband - truth be told, she hadn't seen him for over a year. She feared the worst, but hoped for the best... But not quite, because that would mean revealing her unfaithfulness.

Listen, you made a bad fucking decision and crying about it now isn't going to make this any better. Grow the fuck up and deal with it and move on. Don't be a disgrace. That, from her faux-mother, Echion - ever supportive.
I'm not that impressed either, and this from Ea - distant, but factual and honest. Ouch.
It's going to be okay mommy. I love you, and you've been through so much - this too shall pass. And this from little Rain, the darling girl.

Heaving a great sigh, Scorch looked to the outlands and the nearby mountain tops of Hyaline; when the speckle of an approacher became a blob and then a rosy purple figure, she let loose a hoarse whinny of welcome. Woolf came to visit; perhaps his tricks would distract her of her misfortunes.

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

@[Woolf] @[Breckin] @[Heartfire]

Come convince this tricky man that Nerine is The Place To Be