Everclear
“I was born there (in the Amazons). Long ago...My mother Alex served as Lady to… to the Queen, in her time.”The words still ring in his mind as he follows Scorch north, across river and dell to the slowly darkening landscape of Nerine. It is not quite the jungle that he remembers, although there is something fertile in the volcanic sand and the salty air that reminds him of days gone past. The Jungle itself had been rather close and muggy, dampening his blackish coat when he had been young. Nerine feels more open, airy with the northerly gusts from the ocean, and he lifts his chin into the wintry breezes as they walk onward.
He reflects momentarily on his childhood among the herd of mares, when he was still too young to be rejected and still doted-upon by his mother. He had adored her; he had wanted nothing more than to protect her and to see her smile. She had always given him such kindnesses in her quiet and gentle way, somehow always leaving him wanting even though he’d known she had loved him. When he had been granted his immortality, he had cried on her shoulder upon realizing that he would then outlive her and that he would have to face the whole of the world utterly alone from that point forward.
The gift of everlasting life had been rare in those days, but perhaps he would find some solace with kindred spirits now. After drawing a heavy breath of the ocean air, Everclear looks back at Scorch and twitches one ear in curiosity. “How is it that you know of the Amazonian ways?” he asks over the gentle brushes of the waves and the slightly crunching sand beneath their feet.
“And…” he pauses and holds his tongue for a moment, glancing up at the cliffs and grayish beaches ahead of them. “And how did you come to be burnt so completely?” He wonders if she will answer this question at all but he decides there is no harm in asking, now that they are alone.
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@[Scorch]