Nothing's right, I'm torn [Any]

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

Camrynn comes slinking into the group, bringing with her a slimy feeling in the pit of Scorch stomach (and others, it would seem). She asks if there’s room for more, giving cause for Scorch to nearly construct a phrase which will get this message across: no. Alas, Camrynn inserts herself into the conversation more quickly than a striking viper, leaving Scorch to smile slightly and avert her gaze to Astri. Though no decision has yet been made regarding the Deserts and Amazon’s alliance, unease and foreboding lay with Scorch. Considering Camrynn’s incredibly deceitful ways, she’s earned the right to be distrusting.

”A pleasure, Astri.” Scorch says amiably. While the large group is rather uncomfortable, she retains utmost composure in light of her potential recruit. ”I’m sorry to hear that. Too many foals are these days. I’m glad you were able to pull through.” Her words are sincere – having been a mother five-fold, she understands more than any others here what it means to be a mother. ”But please, if you are comfortable with such informalities, Scorch will do.” A smile.

A Chamberling arrives, but Scorch pays her no mind. The girl is rather rambling, and a little… Strange. Still, her presence is more welcome here than some, but Scorch has business here. So she simply offers the woman a nod.

Texas says his piece, poking entirely unwelcome fun to the ‘Zons. Such misconstrued ideas, it makes the queen sick. Flicking her sparse, nearly non-existent tail irritably, Scorch returns her full attention the exotically coloured mare. ”The ‘Zons is a kingdom of only women, so you pass the test quite easily.” She jokes with a grin, revealing razor sharp teeth. ”But we also offer family. I’m assuming you know of the oath, as it is common knowledge to those native to Beqanna. That being said, the oath is not mandatory. You can serve for as long as you wish without swearing yourself to the Jungle. But, if a pledge is what you seek, the Jungle offers one full heartedly. The sisters remember each mare to come, and especially those who raise themselves to excellence.” She dips her head respectfully. ”I am convinced that you, Astri, have potential for such excellence.”

Scorch

Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle