[private] Desolation comes upon the sky // Brennen

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

Not a week since Hestia's passing, Scorch journeyed from Nerine to Ischia. The weight of a crown atop her age-weakened back left her feeling some kind of way - and not a good one, or at least, not an enjoyable one. She would always have a stupid sense of superiority over anyone who stood above her position-wise; but being at the top again frankly sucked. A part of her loved the responsibility and intricacy and excitement of it all - but a greater part of her reminded her just how shitty a mother she was as queen, and of how peaceful life as an advisor had been. Exciting still - just without the headache.

High-tide greeted her as she made her way to Ischia. Without missing a step, she summoned her powers and created a twilight-bridge, trotting stoutly across it as the waves lapped at her hooves. Though she could swim, her mutilated skin shriveled and bled at the sting of the ocean's salt water; and frankly, this entranced had much more of a dramatic flair, and lord knows that Scorch can't enter a kingdom without that, by god.

Meeting with the sand of Ischia's main island, Scorch released her magic and perked her ears, eyes almost crossing at the sound of a jungle's chaos. But she was shook from her revere by a little green bird that came and stubbornly attached itself to her shoulder; a quetzal? Squinting her eyes furiously, she spoke under-her-breath threats to the tiny bird that, if by any means she was Malka, she would have to brutally murder her for being such a tease. When the bird only chirped in response, Scorch snorted irately and slowly turned back to the business at hand.

Ouch! The damned bird just bit me! I swear to god Malka...

Pushing the memory of her immortal Erinak aside, Scorch strode into the shade of the jungle, knowing that Brennen would soon be with her; and when his shadow did descend as she quietly expected it to, she couldn't help the smile that touched her lips. Even tough she bore sad news, the sight of another life-long friend eased the pain of her mourning.

"Bren," She murmured familialry, stepping forward to hide her face in the tangle of his black locks. Even as a hands-on woman, this kind of hello was a little much; but she knew that the pegasus would know better than to question her before she had a chance to explain herself. Stepping back, she eyed that stallion, hoping that the wetness of her eyes was from the salt of the ocean, and not the sting of loss.

"Hestia has passed on," She offered without preamble, not dropping her gaze from where it sat, locked with his honeyed one. "She left me to lead the Leviathans in her stead - but I have instated the Tephran princess, Wishbone, as heir. She shows promise, and in these times, further strength between our kingdoms is not unwelcome."

Falling silent, the mare awaited Brennen's answer, curious to see just what he might say...
But ah, she can't be perfect, can she? Her lips quirked into a grin, and she spoke again.

"Almost like old times, hey Bren? Except you never actually had the balls to step up back then. But ah well; I guess one round of ruling is impressive, too."

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

@[Brennen]