runnin' away to the riptide; Scorch/Any

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

She had left Sloene in the field that day with the knowledge that Nerine had won out over Loess, but that knowledge in and of itself did not guarantee Sloene and her daughter's safe arrival. So when a quiet call is issued not far from where Scorch stands grazing beneath some elm trees, a pleased smile comes to her lips. It's not smug, just genuinely pleased - the mutilated mare has always been fond of recruiting, and even more so when it bore her fruit.

It does not take long for her sturdily built legs to carry her to the border at a quick lope. She pulls up to a trot and returns the soft call before stopping before the pair, her red-yellow eyes glimmering happily. Her head dips in greeting to Sloene, though the movement is directed to Sochi, as well.

"Welcome to Nerine, Sloene, I'm glad you could make it." A warm wind ruffles their fur - or in Scorch's case, her skin - the sensation rare with winter coming just around the corner. But they often get such Chinooks here, being surrounded on all sides by the ocean, with Hyaline's mountains just south to trap their warm coastal air. In that way alone, Nerine is almost like the Amazons. But it isn't the scenery that brought any of these figures here today.

"And you must be Sochi," Scorch says warmly, turning her admittedly intimidating gaze to the half-yearling. "My name is Scorch."

Turning so that they are all facing the kingdom's innards and she is next to Sloene, she smiles again. "Shall we?"

Their walk to the more populated areas passes through thin forests and grassy canyons, with the cliffs nearly always visible. For some time they walk in quiet, but Scorch picks up the thread of conversation again easily. "So, Sloene, have you any thoughts about where you'd like to sit in Nerine, station-wise? Residency is always acceptable, but we're looking for diplomats and warriors as well."

"Sochi of course has the important role of being her rightful childish self - speaking of which, here comes my daughter, Philomena." She smiles, halting as the little appaloosa approaches, and bending her ears to what she has to say.

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

@[Philomena]