We got too close to the flame - Scorch

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

His face showed consternation when he first spotted her, but as he admitted to not coming to finish their fight, Leilan's expression slipped into an all too familiar foxy grin. It almost pained the mare to see it right up and close - and when she noticed the irregular emerald of his eyes (also uncannily similar to her natural born ones) she tossed her head, snorting softly in confusion. What remained of her forelock flipped lamely to her other ear, looking bedraggled and for all the world like a rat; similarly, the stub of her tail flicked at snow which caused her skin to itch, a habit from fifty years before that had yet to die despite her hairlessness.

Let me guess, it's a girl?

She would have smiled, if the baby weren't a bastard.

"Despite what some of you children seem to think, I have a pretty good ratio of girls to boys." The joke came out rather tightly, but she did allow herself to chuckle at the end of it, trying to shake the nerves that threatened to close her airway and leave her passed out on the wintery ground. What Leilan said next made all of her efforts worthless though, as his eyes went beyond her into the forest, as if Hestoni would be following in her wake.

And he would have been, in a different world.
She wouldn't be alone, in a different world.
She wouldn't have cheated, in a different world.
But they were here, and she had no answer for him besides the truth.

"I haven't seen your father in months Leilan." As she spoke, a gust of cold air came and buffeted them hard; Scorch reflexively put up a tangible twilight barrier, a huge arcing wall which shifted softly as it deflected the nasty wind. In the moment when the magic formed, she bit her lip nervously, and by the time its distraction ended, her face was again impassively neutral.

"The child is Brennen's."

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

@[Leilan]