DESOLATION COMES UPON THE SKY - any

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

The moon shines silver, creating odd patterns through the canopy. Scorch should be sleeping, but she is not. She’s watching the oddities of the night, studying the creatures who prefer the silver of the moon to the gold of the sun. The task is pleasantly distracting; instead of worrying over her sisters or the plans she has made or how the raising of her daughter is going, Scorch can just watch. No knot of anxiety resides between her ribs, near her heart. No stabbing pain greets her when her eyes open from sleep.

In the blackness of her Jungle, she is no Khaleesi. For now, she simply exists. While things are yet quiet in the world of Beqanna, Scorch takes these moments as solace. Her body relaxes as her dragon eyes watch the nocturnal primates leap from tree to tree in high-definition. Her hardness softens as the ants scuttle beneath her, never daring to touch her. While the eagle-owls swoop through the trees, Scorch’s head swoops up and down, fighting away the sleep while equally embracing it.

When the moon passes overhead, Scorch allows herself to drift into slumber. Her legs lock, her all three of her eyelids close, and the Khaleesi sleeps. It is fitful, full of nightmares built up on the anxieties no one knows she has. There is always fire, always Echion dying in a dream in her dream and in real life too; there is always Hestoni a slave and her children fighting. When another creature approaches, Scorch flinches into wakefulness. Sweat coats her hairless body, causing her to glisten in the dappled silver light. A shudder runs through her, an attempt to shake off the foreboding feeling of her night’s terrors.

"Hello? Who’s there?" Thank you for waking me.

Scorch

Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle