Forget stardust - you are iron.
Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid.
She has not noticed the alarm calls of the jungle residents – she had assumed that the place was always full of screams. When an equine figure appears through the foliage and the calls cease, she does glance upward, searching for the animals that are hidden just out of sight. When she returns her attention to the mare, Dorne recognizes Scorch from their brief meeting in the Field several years ago.
She had been looking for a home then as well, but life has dealt her an entirely new hand since their first meeting.
“I met an Amazon – Pharaon – and she invited me.” I’m taking the offer a bit delayed, she doesn’t add, but there’s no need. As long as the grey mare gets a little credit for Doine’s time here – however brief it is. Dorne can give the Amazon that much at least; she remembers what it is like to serve a kingdom.
“It’s been…” she hesitates, momentarily unsure, and then simply says: “Slow. It’s been slow. I’m not sure if I belong anywhere. ” Those final words are accompanied with a shrug of her broad shoulders. She acts nonchalant, but there is something deeper in her expression. Though she smiles, it does not quite reach her eyes.
Scorch knew her mother, Dorne remembers suddenly; Scorch might have expectations as to what kind of mare Dorne is. And that though is what has her speaking again; she does not want to disappoint her mother, or to lower the expectations others might have of children borne by Lyric of the Dale.
“I’m pregnant.” She says without preamble. “And I needed somewhere to spend the winter, and where my child would be safe for a while.” The Field is not safe, they both know it. The common lands are no place to raise a child, and especially not two. Dorne has no experience with children, but she had been at her mother’s side as Lyric’s spotted belly swelled to twice the normal size. Dorne had seen her enormous twin brothers born, and she has felt kicks from two sets of legs. “I’m having twins,” she tells Scorch, and as soon as she says it she is not sure why she has done so.
Dorne
You are iron. And you are strong