[open] Shifting winds

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

The leopard mare opposite Scorch visibly shivered, making Scorch herself prickle with goosebumps. Her hairless skin offered no protection against nature's onslaught of wintery hell, but luckily the caves back home would gladly do the job for her. As she gazed upon this Breckin, who listened raptly to what both recruiters had to say, Scorch could almost visualize the mare curled up in her own little cave. Yes, she could.

"By all means, Breckin, Nerine welcomes you." Scorch smiled, lowering her head in deference to the mare. Her dragon eyes turn then to Brennen, pleasant and calm.
"You're always welcome to visit too, Brennen, for old time's sake." She left the invitation at that, her expression unchanging, her voice even.

But, ah, they've known each other for decades.

She gave some quick instructions on how to get to Nerine at the time that Breckin thought best, and then went on her way back to the cliff-side kingdom.

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle