There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye. (Scorch, any)

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

The young woman holds her gaze bravely, just as Scorch once held her own mother’s in tense times (which usually happened to be any time they bumped into each other). Unlike Scorch’s obstinate, brazen teenager-stares, Joscelin is bold and calm.

Impressive.

Otherwise motionless, Scorch’s ear twitches when she notices the lack of lights flashing. A smirk grows in her dragon eyes, shifting their colour to a glowering red, reminiscent of her stolen tattoos. Finding herself completely at ease with their odd chemistry, Scorch tries her hand at part-shifting. 

While Joscelin speaks, two horns sprout slowly from the tip of the Khaleesi’s nose. Such exact shifting demands extreme concentration; but Scorch has been practising, and it isn’t in her to miss the chance to do whatever it is they are doing. Not a show of power necessarily, but perhaps of something else she could not quite explain with words.

“I am pleased to hear of Ramiel’s wise decision,” She comments lowly. “And I will accept any news of the Jungle children.” Muscular shoulder’s rippling, Scorch allows a moment of irritation to peek through her titanium walls. “They ought to have arrived by now.”

“But don’t fuss over them. You’re here now… And just where will I place you, princess?” Boundary finding; Scorch’s favourite hobby. She smirks.

Scorch

Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle