trippin on the constellations we see [ANY]

[Tantalize]

tantalize

infinity overhead

and i whisper, are you listening?

From the undergrowth, someone speaks her name. It’s somewhat startling, it’s been so long since someone had called to her as if they knew her. She visibly flinches and feels foolish when she sees the hairless mare coming their way. Her muscles remain taunt beneath her dappled jaguar coat, unable to let down her guard and relax completely even though these were Amazons, her people, before her. The newcomer was.. Ugly. She looked to be an unfortunate burn victim, as if she had been tied to a stake and lit on fire. Liz had enough past experience with delicate situations and manners to keep her eyes locked on the bright green gaze of Scorch. She wasn't one to be rude unless it was called for, so her facial features remain unreadable. Until Eichon is mentioned.

How could she forget the dark winged mare? Her fellow jungle sister… They had both been the chosen Amazonian Alliance contenders. And while both had been beaten by Tundra men (which brings back even more memories… whatever happened to Landen?) it had bonded them unintentionally. She remembers these days well, before she had become Khalessi. When it comes to the days after she rose to power, things become foggy. She can’t remember the three she had counted on most back then although she knows without hesitation that there had been three. Had one been Eichon? Her gut feeling says yes even though she can’t truly recall much. If she really wanted to remember she probably could but the moment those memories rise to the surface so does Lion’s face and her heart begins to race.

”Eichon….” She murmurs, realizing she has been lost in thought for far too long. ”A worthy successor.” She offers another whisper of a smile to Scorch, not wanting to appear feeble or rude. ”I knew your mother well.”” So this one is Khalessi now? There must be more to her than meets the eye, this woman of skin and sinew. Unless the position was handed down to her from her mother, which wasn’t unlikely. Even then, the Jungle always let them know of it’s approval or disapproval in such major decisions. For this one to lead the jungle woman, she must be made of strong stuff. If she had been burned by fire, as it appears, and is still alive to talk about it… That answers the question right there.

She’s not stupid. She knows some will remember her as a good and fair Khalessi. Others will speak of her abuse of the jungle (though she definitely would not agree with them) for everything she did had been for the jungle. Even when she had been raped by the Dale King, she had used her own suffering to the jungles advantage. And had they not shown their power? Had the Amazons not been spoken on everyones lips, had they not become strong again from her own misfortune? It’s a hard pill to swallow, to have been someone who mattered one day and then a stranger the next. Coming back here, although not completely forgotten, was basically wiping the slate clean. Such things were necessary though if it meant returning to the only place she belonged. ”Thank you for the warm welcome Khalessi. It’s good to be home.” It feels so strange, rolling off her tongue and addressing someone else that instead of referring to herself. ”I’m glad to see that the Khaleesi tradition still stands.”