runnin' away to the riptide;

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

It is clear by the other mare's lack of response to Scorch's odd appearance that she is no stranger to Beqanna, a fact that sits well with Scorch. In her time, many women sought refuge from failed kingdomhoods in the Amazons, and found that refuge worthy enough to become their home. Still, there are no guarantees that anything of the like will happen any more; Nerine is not the Amazons no matter how hard it tries to be, and this woman does not seem to completely fit the role of refugee, either. Her eyes are strong; that is undeniable.

The grullo takes stock of Scorch's question, eyes guarded, a look that Scorch imagines has been on her own face once or twice. She cannot blame the stranger; it was an intimate question of her to ask. When the explanation does quietly come, however, she nods, appreciative of the woman's protective and forward thinking nature. "Of course. I would be hesitant as well."

While the nameless woman shifts her weight and exhales purposefully, Scorch stands still and focuses her energy on the mare, hoping that maybe her steadfast attention would help to ground her, to reassure her that despite her intrusiveness, she held no ill will or questionable thought in regards to herself or her filly.

A name is offered then, though it is not her own. Her daughter, the driving force behind her search for home. Scorch nods, smiles a small, quiet smile; she could not imagine having tried to raise her children outside of the Jungle, in a place where security and sisterhood were not guaranteed. Her mother's heart squeezes, begs to be able to give the grullo those same feelings of security and belonging. Nerine could well offer them, she knows - for is she not raising her own child within that kingdom?

"Nerine needs members, numbers, but not just of anyone. We're looking to create a kingdom reminiscent of the Amazons, where loyalty and camaraderie between members is more important than individual progress within the ranks." Her lava-like eyes hold to the other's silver ones, fragments of the moon captured in living iris. "For Sochi,  it is a place where she will have strong female role models, as well as individuals who are willing to help you raise her whenever and wherever you need."

"While I do think Nerine would be a good fit for you personally, I feel even more so that Nerine is the safest place to raise a filly as a single mother. And I'm speaking from experience," she offers, smiling genuinely, hoping that her words would not be interpreted as patronizing, although she speaks with a friendly and invested intonation. "Whether you decide to stay in the long run is up to you. Or if you come at all," she smiles again, her temper having mellowed immensely since her reincarnation. "I understand if there is another option that better suits you."

Coincidentally, at her closing phrase, another mare approaches them, adding her voice to their conversation. Scorch does not smile at this mare too, but does incline an ear and listen politely. She is new to the drama of Beqanna and hasn't the slightest clue that Isobell (a mare she never met) had seduced this other, pretty mare's husband. And if she did know about it, her reaction towards Heda would have probably been a little less reserved; her man had been kept, by god! But she does not know, so she does not scoff; instead, she turns to the mare who's name has been requested, and awaits a response.

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle