she'll turn cold as a freezer; Pevensie, Zilpah, Scorch, diplomats, & any

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

I lost my post half way through so here's this piece of shit.

Scorch has been expecting the call for some months now, ever since she had left the Deserts. She is excited for the Jungle, and yet nervous. No matter how long it has been, Scorch's memory retains the image of the saucer-eyed bay filly pledging herself to the Jungle. Perhaps she wishes that things could have been different. Do not doubt: Scorch totally still hates Camrynn and does not want to talk to her at all, but a part of her wishes that she could still be Cammie. In a way, the black magician is, for Scorch recognizes that fact that while Camrynn still has her tattoos, though their existence depends on the following conversation and the Desert's allegiance to the Jungle.

The Khaleesi arrives fashionably late, walking into the meeting along with Rhy. Nayl has arrived first - something of a nuisance. Scorch, or perhaps Rhy, shall show her the proper way of doing things. Knowing Scorch, any teachings by her should be thoroughly avoided. As it is, Nayl is not her daughter but her niece, so she matters very little to Scorch, though plenty more than children without her blood.

Perhaps a small bit of Echion had worn off on her, after all.

When Ziplah has said her piece, Scorch tilts her head in a miniscule nod before beginning the true business. At first, she is careful with her words (Rhy may have her electricity bound at the moment, but one misstep and Scorch would be Scorched) but in the end, she cannot help but reveal her true curiosities.

"You have met my Avthillar and my niece, Nayl," She offers huskily, inclining her head to each individual before facing the Deserts Queen - one sporting the traitor's brand, the other faintly tattooed, as though the sun and moon are near their end-day. Inhaling slowly, Scorch's indigo eyes meet  first Pevensie's, and then Cam's. "But you carry an answer for the question that has long been asked, otherwise this visit will have been for naught. So… What shall it be?"

Scorch

Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle