show them the joy and the pain and the ending; any

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

It ran in the family, this act of disappearing and reappearing just as the tides of the oceans are wont to do. Like grandmother like granddaughter; though perhaps it had more to do with the excruciating weight of existence than any familial blood ever could, a circular ode to the nature of things that took its toll on every conscious thing. Still, it felt important to those creatures, the familiarity: tying them to one another and creating the illusion of comfort in a realm sewn together by misery.

But allow me to stop waxing poetically, for it is only yet another diversion from the pains of reality.

She stood atop one of the iconic cliffs when her familiar crept back into this realm. Her eyes, molten and red-yellow in turn, snagged on the movement with a dragon's ease, as if surveying a thief approaching her treasure. A small smile tugged at her lips to think of her own return to Beqanna, and how she'd done it so very similarly: in silence, and under the guise of unimportance. But any who knew of her or her bloodline knew very well that they were important people; descendants of royal bloodlines, and if not that, than of stalwart citizens. Just as she had come to rise from silence to power, so too would this ghost of a face: but thankfully, this returnee came not from the land of the dead, but instead simply from the shadows of the living.

Descending her cliffside throne in a timely matter, she met the woman's gaze just as her hooves hit the granular sand of the beach. Her granddaughter did not possess the same type of vision-skill that she did, but did possess one of an even greater stature; she knew this, or rather remembered it, from their first encounter, the first day of her return from the Afterlife. Heartfire had shown her all that had come to pass in Beqanna since her passing - a great number of things indeed - and now, in a funny sort of way, it would be Scorch's turn to do the same thing.

"Welcome back," She offered in her low, gruff tones as she settled an appropriate distance away from the blue-roan mare, so reminiscent of her father and Scorch's son, Shahrizai. The smirk from before made a stubborn return to her charred lips, lilting them charismatic ally to the side. "I don't suppose you would remember me, daughter of my son?"

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

@[Heartfire] El Scorcho is excited for El Heartfiro's return >