I've waited and waited; Scorch (& Hestoni maybe)

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

Wrynn’s posture liquefies, like hard butter thrown into a microwave. Scorch eyes her small daughter, considering how stiff she herself made the small bay. Decades ago, in the presence of her mother, Scorch would have reacted identically to such a – luke – warm greeting. Her skin twitches in discomfort, eyes itching to break the gaze between mother and daughter. Instead, she simply blinks, allowing the unease to pass.

This is her daughter, whether she asked for her or not.
This is her daughter who will connect her to the underworld.

Words claw at her throat when Wrynn speaks, but none make it to her lips. They jostle for position, and like too many people attempting to enter a door, not one gains access to the world outside. Unwelcomed, a wide, sad smile appears on her lips; if Wrynn cared to look closely, said lips trembled once, or perhaps twice. I love you too Rain.

“You did your best,” She manages eventually, just after Wrynn wishes to have brought some back. “All those children can live vicariously now, because of you…” She hesitates for a moment before stepping forward and blowing warm, awkwardly affectionate air across her small daughter’s face. “Take solace in that.” She steps back, cooling her emotions as Wrynn continues to speak.

“I’m glad that they returned you too.” She speaks the words tightly, but she speaks them regardless. Continuously uncomfortable with how affectionate she had just been, Scorch glances into the forest. After a moment, her gaze returns to Wrynn.

“Will you tell her…” She hesitates, paranoid of the emotions, memories, feelings that arise within her. “Tell her mom and dad love her too.” She falls silent then, grief flooding her being; the flames upon her skin do not flicker, and her eyes become a snowstorm; grey and thick.

Scorch

Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle