All things are possible: Scorch

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

His grin falters, twitches into oblivion. It pains her to watch, to retain her stony composure, to replicate Echion in every single way (though Scorch mimics her for only an hour, while Echion had treated Scorch like this for her whole life). Yet just as Scorch had held her mother’s unloving gaze through each of their cold-hearted conversations, Shahrizai holds hers. Despite his drifting, despite his wandering, he is truly Scorch’s blood.

Though she reciprocates his gaze, her large ears catch the quiet shuffling of his hooves. Good, she thinks. Let him stew in his own anxieties, if only for a moment. He says his first piece – his first lie, actually – but instead of replying, Scorch continues watching him silently. A moment later, he reveals his falsehood, grinning like the foolish child she had watched grow up. Like the foolish child she loves.

”Alas, that is a claim some of your other siblings cannot make.” Suddenly the hardness slips off of her, a grin which she has suppressed through their entire encounter finally surfacing. ”Thank you for returning,” She says gruffly, obviously struggling to show her affection. Instead of trying to continue with words which slip around her mouth like water, the fire-woman steps forward and nudges her blue son’s jaw.

Oh, how she has improved since those first fateful twins. Let us hope that these improvements will carry over to the next generation – to that hidden twins, that is. Though her belly bulges wide, it is yet unremarkable. Hestoni and Scorch are large equines, after all. Her girth is not yet worrisome – but oh, it shall be, and quite soon.

”Where have you been visiting?”

Scorch

Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle