Scorch, Dalten, Ea;

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

Ah, the matter of the children. Yes, she supposes that she could have played babysitter and escorted the princess and prince to the Dale. Yes, she supposes that Lagertha damn well could have, too. Yet the matter of the fact is that neither Lagertha nor Scorch are nannies. At the very best, they are mothers. They are good for being milk bags, chastising, and teaching, if teaching it may be called. If we’re being down right honest, Tiphon would eventually have to be the Man and come fetch the children himself.

Ah, right on time, it would seem.

Scorch arrives to his call with a miniscule curve in her lips and a swagger to her step. Whence last the two monarchs had spoken, plans had been made; yet years have passed and of these plans, no fruits have grown. Yet take root they have; Ea is ready, and Dalten will be too, if Lagertha has a say in anything. Alas, children will be wanton, and in this way, neither Khaleesi nor Jakka find themselves completely in control.

”You bellowed?”

The fire along her bald skin flickers curiously, reflecting the intrigue with which she has approached Tiphon. However rascally she may feel the need to be with the Angel king, a sort of interest has developed, too. Unfortunately for her, the feelings are ones she rarely - if ever - experience, and ever the caution nun, she denies their existence with a blink of her royal purple eyes.

"Oughtn't we summon the children as well? Or...?" And now, the ball lands in Tiphon's glove; this is all a game, after all.

Scorch

Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle