Faith is the bird that feels the light: Scorch

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

Malka’s assumption that her response is not the one Scorch seeks is correct, and Scorch gives her a pointed, exasperated look at the simple reply. When Malka continues, her expression becomes placated, although continuously involved and interested. While many sisters resented Malka for her lackadaisical activity, Scorch held it not above the quetzal-mare’s head. She remembers all too clearly the years she spent frequenting the darkest corners of the Jungle; she remembers the grief and oppression which came with reality, and the fake sense of relief which the evasiveness bought her. Even now, she can disappear for days at a time. In this way, Scorch as absolutely no right to judge.

And neither does anyone else, but bitches will be just that.

She listens attentively to the Erinak’s spiel, nodding here and there when necessary. Her first bit makes utter sense to her, as it should, considering that Malka is her Erinak and not Lagertha or Rhy. The aging mare falls silent for a moment, but Scorch does not take up the thread of conversation just yet. There’s more to be said, plainly, and she needn’t distract Malka from her path of thought and subsequently, speech.

The mare frowns slightly at Malka’s bluntness concerning her opinions towards the caste leaders, but does not argue against the truth. When she passive aggressively assaults the Desert, Scorch smirks knowingly, though she’s nodding solemnly again when Malka mentions appointment via voting. She had considered this of course, and figured that if it came to it, she would allow such a situation to be procured. Despite her personal thoughts upon Rhy and Lagertha, she could not bring herself to decide between the two. She may prefer one over the other for amiable conversations, but the two were equally able of bearing the weight of the crown. In this matter, she would need the sisterhood’s voices to guide the fate of the Jungle.

Hypothetically, of course.

“Well, you know your shit, that’s for sure.” She rolls her shoulders, mirroring Malka’s movement. “Thanks,” She adds quickly, and with a tight smile. “The voting makes a shit ton of sense to me. With all the discord between me and Lagertha (and consequently some between me and Rhy), a vote would be the easiest, most just way to go about this. Right now though, I really don’t need to be worrying about this. But if anything were to happen to me… Well, you said it yourself. Rhy and Lagertha are the only options.” Her ears flicker, portraying her slight discomfort on the situation. “You would tell them that in such a situation, right?” She holds her breath for a moment before releasing it in a heavy sigh and a shake of her head.

“Besides that, the children are showing more initiative than plenty of the adults. Nayl especially. But we’ll see how that pans out.”

Scorch

Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle