05-05-2015, 11:09 AM
ooc - school post, so naked post. sorry!
The twins cling to her like parasites, but thus far, whether or not Scorch will raise them successfully or not is unsayable. They are both rather mellow, much like Rain must be like in the afterlife. Hestoni has been helping, of course, and she has no doubts that he will largely impact their view of the family, and especially of Scorch. If only Hestoni could have been there to help her with their first set of twins. Maybe things would have been magnitudes different.
A benign whinny draws the Khaleesi from her mental wanderings, though the sound has not come from one of her own young. Curtly telling Leiland and Wrynn to either stay here or follow silently, Scorch pivots and pushes through the greenery. This could be a good learning experience, and despite her reservations, Scorch understands the importance of inclusion and introduction to life. She understands because she never received it.
The fire-queen spots the Akhal-Teke a few minutes later, and presents herself with a nod. "Greetings." She has never met this black woman, and considering her exhausted state of being, she had probably travelled far to come meet the Jungle. Scorch appraises the thin woman for a moment, attempting to place her in her vast memory of faces and creatures, but she fails. Horses here do breed like rabbits, after all. No one could possibly know everyone, not even Scorch.
"Are you quite alright? You're safe here, you know." Her voice is incredibly brusque, and masculine in its tones. Genuine, too, I might add, for she speaks honestly. The Jungle is a refuge for any women, and on certain days, men, too. "I am Khaleesi Scorch - who are you?" Ah, Escorcho. You've never been good at making friends, have you?
The twins cling to her like parasites, but thus far, whether or not Scorch will raise them successfully or not is unsayable. They are both rather mellow, much like Rain must be like in the afterlife. Hestoni has been helping, of course, and she has no doubts that he will largely impact their view of the family, and especially of Scorch. If only Hestoni could have been there to help her with their first set of twins. Maybe things would have been magnitudes different.
A benign whinny draws the Khaleesi from her mental wanderings, though the sound has not come from one of her own young. Curtly telling Leiland and Wrynn to either stay here or follow silently, Scorch pivots and pushes through the greenery. This could be a good learning experience, and despite her reservations, Scorch understands the importance of inclusion and introduction to life. She understands because she never received it.
The fire-queen spots the Akhal-Teke a few minutes later, and presents herself with a nod. "Greetings." She has never met this black woman, and considering her exhausted state of being, she had probably travelled far to come meet the Jungle. Scorch appraises the thin woman for a moment, attempting to place her in her vast memory of faces and creatures, but she fails. Horses here do breed like rabbits, after all. No one could possibly know everyone, not even Scorch.
"Are you quite alright? You're safe here, you know." Her voice is incredibly brusque, and masculine in its tones. Genuine, too, I might add, for she speaks honestly. The Jungle is a refuge for any women, and on certain days, men, too. "I am Khaleesi Scorch - who are you?" Ah, Escorcho. You've never been good at making friends, have you?
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