lost to these linens / hestia, scorch, & any

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

Scorch couldn't decide what to watch as the scene played out before her. There was Hestia, standing with unfocused eyes that reached for the sea with a discomforting longing; and then there was Wishbone and Oblivion, getting closer and closer in a lewd and oddly fascinating way. The mare's dragon eyes flashed madly between both options, a muttered what the hell escaping her as what ought of have been a politic interaction veered dangerously towards something completely different.

As she watched metaphorical sparks sizzling between the children ominously, Scorch couldn't help it any more. Although her friend and queen had earned all of her respect, and in this instant had made it clear that she needed a wide berth physically, Scorch reached out across the distance between them and gently but firmly pressed her nose the base of Hestia's neck. "Hey," she murmured, "Snap out of it." The words were kind, more kind than perhaps Hestia would expect - but Scorch couldn't imagine what living with that demon could do to a person after longer than a short while, and she didn't want to make things worse.

Hoping that that would remedy the situation - though she felt as though the children would rush ahead with their strange, dark touches before anyone could intervene - Scorch straightened and fell by the wayside of the interaction once more, feeling a little bit too much like a babysitter for her liking. But if Official Babysitter was what the Amazons needed of her, then Official Babysitter she would be until the drawing of her very last breath.

(It spoke to her then, and without thinking she cloaked herself in a perfect melange of shadow and light that left her perfectly invisible. Though the others could not see her, her ears pinned to her skull in defiance, nose peeling back in a sneer. Be gone from my mind. The words rang dully through her skull, but she knew that Oblivion would hear them. She couldn't pin the reason why his intrusion so afflicted her - but it was a minute or longer until the camouflage she wore slowly disappeared, her expression neutral once more.)

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle