Scorch, Dalten, Ea;

[Tiphon]

We danced with monsters through the night As expected, Scorch arrives shortly after his call with a coy grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. Tiphon regards her amiably though still rather stern as his head nods in reply. "I did," his response is curt but certainly not lacking in manners. He needs to return to the Dale to finalize a few things before he can comfortably resign. The years have ticked away and he knows that it has long since been his time to pass the throne. It's only now, however, that there was someone he could hand it to. "Of course, the children," his head turns to only hoarsely call for Dalten - his own son - but glances to Scorch expectantly after. She can summon her own child. In the brief time they are still alone, Tiphon ties the knots and confirms plans. "With Dalten and Ea coming to the Dale, an alliance will be forged between our kingdoms. I hope for it to be by blood and not easily shattered in the future." Then he hesitates because Joscelin comes to mind; his sweet little girl. He wants her to remain in the safety of his kingdom, but alas, he can't hold her back from following her dreams and hopes. With a deep breath he adds, "My daughter, Joscelin, will be coming to the Jungle as an addition in this exchange. I expect her to be treated with the same respect as Ea will receive in the Dale." His molten eyes steady heavily on the Khaleesi. It isn't a hope, but a subtle demand. If he ever hears word of a travesty against Joscelin, it won't be taken lightly. When the children arrive, Tiphon manages a smile. His gaze lingers longer on his son before drifting to the young girl. "Ready for the trip?" Tiphon infection and starlace

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