Terms of Agreement; Solace/Hestia/Scorch/Sochi/diplomats

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

Despite the massive fluxuations taking Beqanna by storm, Nerine itself had fallen a bit by the wayside of the current dramas. Though they were newly sistered to the brotherhood kingdom Ischia, they'd yet to do much with that tie, nor with any of their ties. As time wore on, Scorch grew more and more impatient with Hestia's inaction - but with the rebirth of her husband Hestoni, she often found herself soothed and calmed to the point that she herself never took action, either. So in the end, she had no right to be angry - instead, the two women would now have to throw their shoulders into the weight that was Beqanna's politics together, or else be crushed beneath it.

A call went out from near the center of the kingdom. Lifting her head from Toni's lap - they'd been napping of all things, after a little... ahem. 'Twas the season, after all - and anyone who knew them, knew they'd be trying for another child. Kissing her handsome titan goodbye, the ugly mare trotted away with a particular swing of her hips, giddy and teasing and for once in her life, happy.

Before long, the sight of two mares greeted Scorch's keen dragon eyes. One was clearly young, and the other with a strange air of both authority and nerves. Well, she could relate well enough to that, having been Queen and pawn-mover not so long ago with her own children (and even to this day, considering the amount of her progeny that lived in Ischia). Whinnying in return to let them know that she was coming, Scorch soon popped out of the underbrush, approaching and stopping before them at an appropriate distance.

"Greetings, I am Scorch, Advisor to Queen Hestia." Her charred voice came abruptly to the greeting, low and gravelly from the trauma it underwent a lifetime ago. Her molten red-yellow eyes passed from the older representative, to the little filly-pegasus that clung to her mother's side with bright, eager eyes. Scorch offered a little smile to the girl, though she knew that her kind expression could easily be taken as horrific considering her mutilations. But she couldn't help but be kind; she loved children passionately, and had raised many, not excluding adoptions.

"It has been some time since the scent of Hyaline has graced Nerine's cliffs," She said in a friendly tone, raising her gaze back to the alabaster mare. "What can I do for you? I'm guessing it has to do with the child exchange that has been discussed in the past..."

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle