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[Volcan]

volcan

Burn slow, burning up the back wall
Long roads, where the city meets the sky
Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear will not die

Starlin introduces herself, and Volcan perks her ease in mild surprise at the announcement of her warriorhood. Figures, that Volcan would misjudge her so flippantly, and be entirely wrong. Her demeanor towards the girl doesn't change, but she considers her more fully now - her eyes trace the scars on the mare's hide, breathes in the scent of her sweat. The home she offered had potential, and so did Starlin, herself. Volcan considered her.

The stallion speaks then, turning his Arabic head to focus on the brutish mare. He describes Ischia as a tropical island, reminding Volcan of the oasis in the Deserts, where she was born from the sands and raised by the king of old. It appeals to her. Although her mother (who she knows not) was born in and ruled the Amazons, the reality was that her blood was of the Deserts (and the Tundra, but women had no place there). Scorch was born from the Desert Queen Katriel - in a way, Volcan had lived the childhood that her mother might have lived, in another world.

"Both of your homes sound promising," Volcan husks. "I won't keep you waiting." Her head turns to Starlin. "I am going with Brennen - but I will meet you on the battlefield, so that we may both prove ourselves." There is no animosity in her voice, though to hear friendship would be a delusion. Instead, it as an offering of what little she has to give - of her body. "We will meet soon." Her hammer head dips in a crude likeness of politeness; but coming from her, it was the epitome of grace and refinery.

They turn to leave, then. "Lead the way." And a new legacy begins.

Sorry for the lateness and shittiness of this. <3