[private] won't you take your time on me; Hestia/Scorch

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

Months had passed since the meeting with Brennen and Hestia (and thankfully, those months had been migraine free), but never once had Scorch felt as if her life-long friend would fail to keep up his end of the deal. She understood the intricacies of mutiny, she'd been around long enough in general to understand that things take time, and more importantly, patience. Pre-death Scorch might have gnashed her teeth and stomped her hooves some at the wait; but post-death Scorch came with a newfound appreciation for life that allowed her to remain calmer in such intense situations.

But ah, today was the paramount; and she would allow herself to feel some excitement.

She smelt him before she saw him - but her dragon eyes did catch a glimpse of him for perhaps a split second longer than ordinary folk. All her senses attuned themselves to the stallion, and when he asked her identity, she confirmed it hastily, closing the distance between them with a scrutiny that bloomed from the tension she felt so deeply in the air tonight.

It was time.

"Thank you. We will be there." She turned to Hestia, or else went to find her; and just as the sun began to set, they set out for their soon-to-be sister kingdom, ready for the night journey and for the mutiny that would greet them come morning.

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle