temptation: any

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

If one could get drunk off of being wanted, well, Scorch had been black out for some weeks. The revival of your husband would do that to you, would rekindle a fire you imagined long extinguished. But like you said, there's a difference between being wanted for your body, for your sexuality, or for your merit as a valuable member of something striving to be more than carnate. But here in Nerine, Scorch found herself wanted in both ways - and that's perhaps why she strove so hard, both in the bedroom, and at the office, as it were.

She hadn't wings upon which to scout the narrow entrance to Nerine, but from her vantage point atop an eastern cliff, she spotted the mare approaching - though Traton would not see her. Dragon eyes and all. A brow raised in curiosity at the mare's blase entrance, completely ignoring the scentlines - but then again, Scorch had invited her, and quite intimately, too. And besides, she had done her own amount of see-if-I-care trespassing back in her younger years, so she couldn't quite work up any anger for this mare's slight offense.

Instead, she made her way down the grassy slope until cliff attached to beach, and from there, her hooves traveled through the cool grey sands. It wouldn't be long before Traton was able to spot Scorch approaching with her equine eyes, so the advisor let out a low whinny across the tide. The spray of salt water stung in the shallow cuts that occasionally reopened across her figure, but she didn't bother cloaking herself in tangible shadow for such a small annoyance.

"Traton," She said finally, as the distance between them came to small enough a space that she could halt and gaze at the mare with an undeniable intent. "I'm glad to see that you made the right choice." Grinning lopsidedly, Scorch flicked her ears at the waves, and then focused them entirely on the appaloosa. "Welcome to Nerine."

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

@[traton]