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[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

The spotted mare introduced herself as Traton, a name unfamiliar to Scorch. She seemed to struggle momentarily with that introduction, but Scorch thought little of it - for now. If Traton decided to grace Nerine with her presence, perhaps she would delve further into this jaded mare's history; but for now, she felt a little clustered by their other company to ask a question as personal as she might want to.

At the explanation of kingdoms, Traton's eyes seemed to gleam a little brighter - hmmm! She seemed to know more of kingdoms than others from Elsewhere did - a promising sign. She formulated a question concerning the goals and castes in the Sisterhood, but first she turned her attention to Arthas. The dappled stallion went on to explain his beliefs in loyalty and respect, a little smirk quirking her lips at the mention of not taking shit from others. Well, he might be able to say that, but doing so would be a different matter entirely.

Setting aside her rather complicated feelings concerning Arthas and his Loess, Scorch straightened her expression as well as her posture, gazing at the black mare for just a moment before beginning her own little spiel. "Nerine is a Sisterhood. This Sisterhood entails dedication to one another above the thirst for power or ranks; we are first unto each other in acts of camaraderie, as opposed to unto ourselves. Persons of any gender who find themselves drawn to this way of life may join the Sisterhood - but the faint of heart are encouraged to make the decision carefully, for once you join the Sisterhood, it is expected that you remain. But you may partake of the kingdom and its castes for as long as you want before making that final decision."

"Every kingdom, however, has some iteration of a Peace Caste and a War Caste. Diplomats are ones who go to kingdoms besides their own for political meetings, and warriors are those who protect the kingdom's borders and hold the front when war comes. Both diplomats and warriors are expected to recruit - as I have, you." Her gaze flickered bright yellow at the risky statement, but somehow, she knew she had.

Stepping back, Scorch offered a smile - its ingenuity questionable - to Arthas, and then to Traton. "But, it is to Nerine that I must now return. Arthas, until we meet again; Traton, it would be my pleasure to see you upon our coasts, but as I said, it is your decision alone. Perhaps come for a visit - you can find me there at nearly any time." Nodding once more, the mare slipped off of the hilltop, headed for her salt-water home.

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

@[traton] Figured this could get wrapped up Post in Nerine if you wish!