two worlds collide; scorch, liz, any

[Ea]

Ea

but now I'm pulling all the strings

Ea didn’t often travel outside of Ischia. The island she helped form was truly made for her: the jungle of the Amazons, the hills and water of the Dale. When she wanted to be completely alone, as she did most days now, she would take a short swim to her favorite place -- the southernmost island off the coast of the main land. Today, however, she ventures even further south -- wading along the sandbars as long as she can before swimming to the main lands of Beqanna. She lands in the Forest -- dense with trees, just like the Dale -- and notices that just past the river that splits the Forest with Taiga is covered in smoke, the land almost completely flooded. Ea pauses, trying to deduce what happened, but then continues on after a moment. There is no need to involve herself. She has gotten very good at minding her own business.

Once in the thick of the forest, Ea immediately regrets crossing the ocean. It is much more crowded than Ischia, and noisier, a constant low hum throughout the land. Perhaps, deep down, she craves interaction -- Ramiel and all of their children are gone, once again -- but mostly she just believes her wandering is due to boredom. She looks around the forest and lowers her head. The ice is melting, finally, and she lips around the ground, looking for any foliage to divert her boredom.

@[Scorch] @[Tantalize]

[Tantalize]

tantalize

I will try to hold you up

Through those times you are gone

You won’t do this alone

What had always made the Amazon’s so special was not the jungle itself but the sisterhood foraged within it’s green depths. They had always stuck together despite what it might cost. That was the way of the shieldmaiden’s, fight now and ask questions later. It had been when she had ruled it, they had answered her call even if they felt misgivings. Sisters always had each other’s back. Always.

It’s why she has stayed in Nerine despite curiosity elsewhere and the quiet of the coastal kingdom. There was still spirit there and in it’s Queen. Still, she needs substance of mind and so she often takes to the skies in search of something that will sate her curiosity. The finely pressed feathers of ebony fold lightly as they settle against her russet sides. Prowling the forest despite the risk. She knows who often lurks here but she assumes his attention is diverted elsewhere lately. She assumes he’s not aware of her yet.

The jaguar mare slips through the needled pines and soft earth, coming across a mare who is lipping at a piece of thawing ice. Golden eyes dilate and contract as they focus on her. There’s a familiarity but the woman is a stranger to her. Little does she know how past and present combine with the silver roan before her. The daughter of Scorch (a predecessor of her throne, recently back from the dead) and the Mother of the dark irritating boy that had managed to hit a nerve in her core harder than anyone had before.

Jaguar dapples catch in the pale light that manages to flit through the canopy, offering a wisp of a smile as she peers at the mare through tangled raven tendrils. The smell of smoke still singes her nostrils and she tosses her muzzle in the direction of the burning land. ”Shame about that isn’t it?” She mentions quietly, wondering if perhaps the strange silver tinted woman may have played a part in it. Never hurts to be a little suspicious.

 

@[Ea]