all you have is your fire - anyone

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

”I’m pleased to hear that. Pharaon is a hard worker.” The praise slips easily from her tongue, for unlike that which she gives to her children, she is comfortable giving it. She reminds herself to mention it at the next kingdom meeting. Immediately after the thought, she reminds herself to actually call a kingdom meeting. Soon. Once the Deserts have given their answer.

An expression of slight confusion and slighter pity flashes momentarily on Scorch’s face when Dorne laments about the slowness of life. ”You will find a place. Not today, perhaps, but we all do eventually. And slow can be better than fast.” She’d been about to say that she has always known where she belongs, but figured at the last moment that perhaps the comment would not be appreciated. However little the two mares have spoken, Scorch knew Dorne’s mother, Lyric. Though the two had never truly been on friendly terms, and in fact had battled on many occasions, Scorch held her in high respect, and Dorne, too.

Her lips part in the slightest to speak just as Dorne suddenly confesses her pregnancy. Closing her mouth with a click of her sharp teeth, Scorch perks her large, hairless ears, attentive to the Percheron. A mask of collectedness remains on her face throughout the mare’s spiel, but at its end – the end containing two whole new lives – Scorch allows a smile to conquer her hard, warrioresque features.

”You are welcome to burrow in the Jungle. We’re very accommodating, especially to women.” She dips her head. ”Please, make yourself at home.” Straightening, her child suddenly kicks – on both sides of her body. Flinching slightly, Scorch twists her neck to stare in horror at her suddenly ginormous-seeming stomach. Attempting to keep her groan internal – and only partially succeeding – Scorch straightens and squeezes her eyes shut. If she’d had hands, they would be rubbing her temples and forehead.

”Well, Gods be damned, I’m having twins too.” Gritting her teeth, she opens her eyes, suddenly seeking solace from Dorne. ”Looks like we’re going to be trudging through this hell together.”

Scorch

Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle