DESOLATION COMES UPON THE SKY - any

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

The gust of wind chills Scorch more than it rightly should. The sweat on her bare skin cools, a dreadful feeling. When the gust flies to further lands, Scorch frowns. No one has answered her, and yet she could have sworn --

-- Ah, here is Errant now. The frown deepens on the aged woman’s face, for his untimely arrival must bring only queer or bad news. At his words, and the tone thereof, Scorch’s anxieties return. A knot of tension builds between her ribs and below her throat, making it seem as though she cannot breathe.

Like brother, like sister, like family. She hides far more below the surface than she presents to the world – though with Errant’s magic, she supposes she can hide nothing. So she does not attempt to. Her mouth opens to reply just as Pharaon creeps through the foliage,  meek and eager and striving all at once. Hesitation flickers momentarily betwixt the volcanic activity of Scorch’s dragon eyes; but it passes. Her sisters know everything, she shall not fear.

”Pharaon, Errant. Errant, Pharaon.” Her voice is low and throaty when she introduces the two. She seeks to bring no more attention to their night’s conversation. Before allowing Errant to answer her Astoki/Kosi’s question, Scorch answers his. ”I’ve called for a vote. Not all have answered, but as of yet, we lay in complete unison to ally with the Tundra when/if you become king, and the majority wish to send Simeon to rule with you. That, however, is your call. I would understand if chose differently from our arrangement.” She pauses, smirks. ”You are the keeper of the Tundra, and I of the Jungle. I will understand if such things come.”

Curiosity overwhelms her calm, newly-awakened features. ”But do tell, brother, what brings you here on the wings of the wind in the depth of the silver night.”

Scorch

Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle