There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye. (Scorch, any)

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

As the horns solidify upon the bridge of her nose, Joscelin’s lips shift subtly into what Scorch could vaguely identify as an amused smile. The calm between them remains undisturbed by their jostling sideshow, which only adds to the laughter glittering in her molten eyes. As she speaks, the shattered woman allows a dim light to seep through the cracks decorating her body, and then to begin pulsating. At nearly the same moment, wry smiles stretch across their cracked or charred lips.
 
Joscelin elicits only the smirk in response to Scorch’s poke before continuing on their entirely mature, adult conversation. The Khaleesi dips her head in acknowledgment to the bay’s request, agreeing with her tactic. Better to do both than to do neither; at least this way she’s truly committing herself to the Jungle. Which is more than I can say for my daughter. Fucker.
 
When Joscelin pauses, studying Scorch carefully, the mare’s eyes shift slowly from red to electric teal. Just a final tip of her hat, if you will. “The Tundra, Deserts, Falls and Dale are our allies. Everyone else? Yours to play with.” As though to encourage said ‘play time,’ Scorch smiles roguishly, though never reveals her teeth. Ever since the fairy took away her bladed hooves and teeth, well, she’s been a little more reserved with her expression.
 
“I suggest you immerse yourself in the sisterhood, Joscelin. You needn’t take the oath during your stay here, but to know us is to be us. You’ll find us quite the diverse bunch of rapscallions.” Dipping her fearsomely horned head, Scorch takes a confident step backwards. “And in the interest of your socialization, I will take my leave from you. Farewell, princess.” And with one final smirk, the Khaleesi pivots and departs, a little pool of light trailing where hoof steps ought to be.

Scorch

Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle