lost to these linens / hestia, scorch, & any

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

At the girl's audible gasp, Scorch almost smiled; but she managed to keep up the rough-and-tough persona despite the youth's adorable innocence. Ah, it'd been too long since someone was so blatantly taken aback by Scorch's figure; yes, Sabra had eyed her, and Breckin had asked, and Mina had of course never expected any differently - but the little gasp, well. After a life time of looking this way, it felt good to know that she still had it - the ugliness of it. She deserved some fun, considering the pain that had, and still does, plague her due to the charring so long ago.

But the little bay's youthfulness grows sturdy under Scorch's calculative eye, and so the laughable moment passes into something more of appreciation for the caliber of child that the Tephrans had offered them this fall. She would do well here, Scorch already knew; she could see the potential in the curve of the girl's whithers, and in the way her eyes glimmered with something akin to the Amazons of Old.

Yes, I am. My name's Wishbone. The girl spoke in a surprisingly low tone, but it sounded lovely coming from her despite her small frame. Scorch dipped her head in acknowledgment, stowing the name away to be recalled later. As a reply came in the shape of her lips gently parting, the sound of hoof-steps interrupted her (though not unkindly), and the mare craned her neck to see who might approach.

It was Hestia, and she approached with an even more stoic gaze than Scorch. When she deigned not to touch her advisor in greeting, Scorch took the unusual approach in step and simply dipped her head in greeting, glittering eyes perhaps lingering a moment in wonder at what stopped the black hag from taking part in their usual familiar greeting. When the shining black figure of her demon-colt caught Scorch's eye, a partial understanding washed over, and she turned her attention back to the filly. Hestia was dealing with some shit - shit Scorch would never want to deal with herself. So she could respect the distance, even if she didn't fully understand.

Wishbone offered Hestia a polite greeting, and Scorch's lips twitched in the faintest hint of an approving smile. Good; she had manners. The expression changes to one of derision when a voice invades the privacy of her mind, and her ears pin with a snort at it's words. That ugly thing with no eyes could read their minds? Well, she and Hestia would certainly have to have a conversation about this later.

Shoulders rolling to dispel the nerves she felt at this Oblivion's introduction, Scorch eyed Wishbone warily as she bravely spoke to the thing. Hmmph, go figure that the child would have less fear for evil than the adult - but she had not yet seen the true horrors of a long life, so Scorch allowed the slight rebuttal she felt to pass by.

"So this is the creature I've been hearing rumours about across Nerine," she muttered as lightheartedly as she could. Her eyes went from Hestia's to Wishbone's. "Not every sister has a demon with her, I assure you."

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

@[Hestia]
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