tell me the way home - diplomats

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

The call comes after the animals of the Jungle have alerted the Sisterhood of a possible intruder. A particular talking parrot – a great grandchild of the parrots Hugo taught to speak perhaps – has taken to cursing the man into every possible and unfortunate situation. Taking this as a sign that she ought to be present at this meeting, Scorch glances one last time at the small silver Patronus who comfortably occupies the small clearing which Scorch has been grazing in. While the Khaleesi may not relate so greatly to the jaguar as Rhy in her lioness form, something of a kinship has sparked between Spirit and Queen.

She arrives quickly, her bald skin rippling, though no longer with fire. Nothing of the old, recognizable Scorch remains save her ever changing dragon eyes, and the shadows which float around her hooves. Regular hooves, now. With this in mind, she figures reintroductions may be necessary, though not many horses these days are quite as hairless as she.

Some horses are simply idiots.

“Khaleesi Scorch,” She says in her husky voice, standing tall and proud before the – in her opinion – disheveled old man. “What can I do for you?”

Scorch

Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle