Birthing; vi, malka, lagertha, shatter me, rhy, sunday amazonians, !!ANY!!

[Texas]

and I discovered that my castles stand

upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

He is on the far side of the kingdom when they arrive. The bay stallion had been walking beside the river when the smell of the Jungle reaches him. It is too strong for a single mare, too strong even for a diplomatic pair, and before he truly processes the idea, he’s cantering toward the waterfall. Picking his way down the rocks is something he can do in his sleep, and with his immortality returned he is even faster, less cautious and more sure-footed than ever before.

There’s a bald mare bleeding into the pool at the base of the waterfall, and she’s surrounded by a bevy of Amazons, most of whom he’s never seen before. He recognizes Lyris first – hard to miss with her bright spots – but he doesn’t approach nearer than necessary for conversation. (He’s especially glad of this when a certain grey mare is revealed by a shuffling in the assembled crowd).

Texas’ nearness (and his conscious request of the kingdom’s assistance) are the only reason the water’s magic is aiding Scorch. She is not a member of this kingdom and so the water is nothing but water until it is asked to be something else. He’d considered doing nothing, and his lack of expression and nonexistent greeting are rather telling of that fact. He doesn’t know the bald mare that’s turning the water red and feels no pity for her condition. She’s here for healing, and so Texas has bade the waters to do their work. He’s fulfilling the terms of their alliance; no one said he had to be polite about it.

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