show them the joy and the pain and the ending; Scorch

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

Scorch. A name she was wont to shed. It's been a while. Not long enough, in her opinion; as the flames threatened to spill from their threshold, precariously trapped there by what little force of will remained her, her magmatic eyes stared off into the great expanse of the sea. Uselessly, she remembered the dragon dream from decades ago; remembered having to choose between an endless, angry ocean, or a corridor of flame. A grim smile coloured her expression, though it clearly had no applicability in regard to her current scenario.

How greatly that fateful dream had impacted her all those years ago. How incredible, that the flames should find their way back to her once more, ignited the moment she reunited with the husband she no longer deserved, and never would again. She wondered, privately, if the life in her womb would inherit the flames; but she doubted it. Her fiery namesake spoke its legend unto itself alone; her progeny would have to do without.

Her ear flicked to Heartfire, now, moments after the words came. A part of her already knew that her granddaughter could rattle of the list of infidelities, traumas, and bullshiteries she has recently committed; but the other part knows rather plainly that the clear-cut, all-seeing woman would not come to her just to scold her. That was Leilan's department, and she steered clear of her son more days than not now, considering how poorly he had taken to her tryst with Brennen. He surely wouldn't survive the knowledge of her new one, with Brunhild.

"Heartfire," she said at last, eyes still steadfastly trained upon the distant, grey horizon. The flames threatened to burst, but for now, she managed to keep the facade of normalcy going; not that it did any good, with this one standing next to her. "What can I do for you."

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle