Desolation comes upon the sky; Sabra/diplomats.

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

A pretty little mare is the one to approach after Scorch's demanding call. There's a smile on her soft lips, though the mare is sure that it disguises at least a little surprise - she is self-aware enough to know that she's ugly as ass and creepier still, y'know. But her looks aren't why she's here today, and so she returns the mare's smile. The expression is much harder and mature in comparison, but it's there nonetheless.

"My name is Scorch, Advisor to Hestia, Nerine's Queen." She's always been prone to the titles, to the awe and respect they demand - and furthermore, she has always earned her titles, so she will damn well use them. At any rate, today of all days it is important that she relay her status. She is on a solo diplomatic mission, and so must hold her own in the face of strangers. The titles help.

"I do seek something Lavendel - your queen, Sabra, as I have heard her be called. Nerine is looking to advance its political relationships, and that is why I am here today." Scorch turns her molten red-yellow gaze from where it had been idly studying the Sylvan forest to rest heavily on the meek woman. "Are you in a position to establish such changes, or should we advance and seek out Sabra?"

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle