bottom of the deep blue sea; wishbone/any

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

Well, it is to be expected that absent once-queens would forget some of the going-ons that they miss; Scorch has been one herself, and frankly, she too has barely the slightest clue about Isobell. She was the queen before Hestia, the one whose coronation took place the day of Scorch's return to kingdomhood and political Beqanna; but more than that, Scorch knows next to nothing about the piebald.

So when she calls, the rat goes to answer.

She is not the first to respond, instead trailing just behind a crystalline warrior she recognizes vaguely as Ardashir, another half-absent figure in Nerine's shimmering upholstery. Half-absent, but also somehow always constant; she hadn't known a day in this land without his scent marking some stone somewhere in its depths. Sidling up, she nickers under her breath to the taller, broader stallion, before turning to face the one whose call so interested her: Isobell, and a small girl in tow to boot.

"I don't believe we met," Came her gruff, fire-charred voice, complimentary to her crispy appearance. Her keen red-yellow eyes flashed to the once-queen. "My name is Scorch; I apprenticed Wishbone in the wake of Queen Hestia's death, and now serve as her majesty's Advisor." It had been Wishbone that the piebald called for, so the offered information ought to make sense.

"Anything you have to say to her, you may confidently say to me, too."

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle