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

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

As the answer hangs upon the tongues of the Desert’s Queens, Wrynn slips into the meeting, brushing her nose to each individual. Scorch stiffens at her daughter’s touch, though the movement is imperceptible; a simple tensing of her muscles. Her eyes do not stray from their position, do not break the gaze between herself, Pevensie and Camrynn. She represents the Amazons. She will show a united front, whether her magic-borne daughter and the girl’s bringer stood near her or not.

Camrynn offers her answer, lifting weights from Scorch’s broad shoulders. An alliance they shall have, it would seem, though sisterhood does not suit the acrid Deserts kingdom. So be it – Scorch is not perturbed. You see, when you ask for more than you want, you generally receive exactly what you were looking for in the first place. It’s a shame that Rhy may not have understood this technique of Scorch’s, but now is definitely not the time to explain. A pleased upturning of her lips is the only show of emotion as the Khaleesi dips her head, accepting the answer which they have brought.

Rhy nods in turn, giving her approval of the situation. Scorch meets her gaze momentarily, eyes flashing to a light blue. The pleasure she feels gleams in their pupilless depths, though considering that Camrynn is being respectful, she should not pick up on said pleasure. Pride may be a sin, but Scorch is Persephone herself.

While Rhy’s mind turns to the Chamber and the Gates, Scorch’s turns to the Tundra and the Dale. With this alliance set in stone, with multiple witnesses to its fabrication, she must now move on to other causes. She must meet with her brother, must secure their alliance. And the Dale – well, the neutral kingdom has yet to come into play. Until Tiphon comes to fetch the children, all shall be quiet between their kingdoms.

“Very much, thank you.” The flames adorning her bare skin flare suddenly, as though agreeing with their host’s words. Allowing a grin to reveal her shark teeth, Scorch steps aside, opening the way to her kingdom. “If you’ve any wish to converse with the sisters, you are welcome within our borders... But just before you decide whether to stay or go, may I ask this: which other kingdoms have the Deserts decided to ally with? Since we have now agreed to be completely honest and all.”

Ah, Scorch. You scoundrel.

Scorch

Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle