Desolation comes upon the sky // Porcia/Any

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

The mare opposite Scorch said she understood, and so she took her at her word for it. Though her eyes seemed rather clouded over as her brain processed all that had been said to her, Scorch trusted that Porcia would be able to ask follow up questions later on should the need arise. Especially on the note of battling would Scorch encourage the ambassador - for speaking from experience, though she'd been brought up in the war caste, her true calling had been and continued to be peace, no matter what the scars on her body seemed to say.

Before long however, they came to the lagoon and settled into it. Scorch was pleasantly surprised to see Porcia joining her in the waters, for quite a few of the Nerinians did not enjoy the water like she did. She figured that she herself enjoyed it because it reminded her of the humidity of her true home, the Amazon Jungle - and she hoped that this young mare would find some comfort in its waters, too.

These reverent thoughts were interrupted by the blatant surprise on the appaloosa's face at the announcement of Scorch's practical harem. Another deep chuckle reverberated in Scorch's chest at the other's expression, feeling all too much like a wizened mentor around such a young fresh little thing. It was a good feeling to be sure, but weird nonetheless; she'd been mother to many, many creatures, but it never made that sensation of pseudo adoption any less foreign and surreal.

"Thank you," She replied throatily, still chuckling to herself. "As for my children, there are many you could meet, even here in Nerine. Vi has come just recently, Sarkis may be around somewhere, and Reshi is my granddaughter. Then there's Leilan in Ischia, and Shahrizai in the meadow, though he's holed up with his wife too often to be of any use as one to chat with." In her mind, she went over the rest of the list, wondering if she could suggest them to her new friend; Noori, Kaida, Simeon, Wrynn, Volcan. Ea of course had passed away, as had Rain in childbirth. More than half her children lost to the Beyond - but still, she held ferociously onto the hope that they might one day resurface from that strange land, to return to her arms with the embrace only a mother and her child can share.

Shaking off the weighted thought, Scorch looked once more to Porcia. "So, the father - is he in the picture?" Invasive, but Scorch always had been anyway.

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

@[Porcia]