06-11-2015, 11:21 AM
Ah, how she remembers her trapezes through the land of Quests. Skirmishes with the tricksters seemed to be her strong-suit, though fire, dragons, and evil versions of herself have all played parts. A chimera, a booby trapped cave, and a portal into Other Worlds resurfaced to memory, too. She hadn't always been this... Decked out. For the first five years of her life, Scorch had been as regular as regular gets, a Plain Jane, even, bay roan and hardy. If only the ones who begrudged her knew this, that at one point in time, Scorch wasn't what she is now.
Though how greatly she resents them for not knowing, Scorch cannot describe.
Rhy approaches the fire-painted woman all at once, abrupt in a way Scorch does not expect. Immediately she perks her ears, eyes turning bright green with curiosity. Silently she listens, allowing Rhy to speak freely, pausing and rushing forward as she wishes. Her words cause goosebumps to sweep across the woman's body, hairless though she may be; and at her final words, she feels as though her fire has turned to ice.
"Kag..." Her best friend's name catches in her throat, swelling in her chest until the rest is spoken in tears. They swim in the depths of her yellow-green eyes, never falling, never failing. For a long minute, Scorch is frozen in memory, caught in a tidal wave of emotion. Leopard spots flicker before her eyes, the heavy scent of purebred Arabian swarming her nostrils. For one long minute, it's as though she doesn't need Rhy to bring her back. She's already reunited with her gimp.
And then she falls, falls, falls, until she is once again alone.
"Rhy, I would forever be in your debt," Throaty is the voice she speaks in, drenched in genuineness and gratitude. "Please, tell me more about what happened. I shouldn't be trusted with speech in this moment anyhow." Big girls don't cry.
Though how greatly she resents them for not knowing, Scorch cannot describe.
Rhy approaches the fire-painted woman all at once, abrupt in a way Scorch does not expect. Immediately she perks her ears, eyes turning bright green with curiosity. Silently she listens, allowing Rhy to speak freely, pausing and rushing forward as she wishes. Her words cause goosebumps to sweep across the woman's body, hairless though she may be; and at her final words, she feels as though her fire has turned to ice.
"Kag..." Her best friend's name catches in her throat, swelling in her chest until the rest is spoken in tears. They swim in the depths of her yellow-green eyes, never falling, never failing. For a long minute, Scorch is frozen in memory, caught in a tidal wave of emotion. Leopard spots flicker before her eyes, the heavy scent of purebred Arabian swarming her nostrils. For one long minute, it's as though she doesn't need Rhy to bring her back. She's already reunited with her gimp.
And then she falls, falls, falls, until she is once again alone.
"Rhy, I would forever be in your debt," Throaty is the voice she speaks in, drenched in genuineness and gratitude. "Please, tell me more about what happened. I shouldn't be trusted with speech in this moment anyhow." Big girls don't cry.
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