The roan woman has seen much in her life (both so short and incredibly long, an oddity in a world of oddities), but even she can occasionally be surprised. That the dead rise comes as no surprise. It has been known to occur more than once in this land. Often enough that it does not inspire great comment (even if it has occasionally caused some chagrin).
What does draw her however, is the particular horse who rises.
Of the many things Heartfire could be accused of, negligence is not one of them. It should come as no surprise then, that she had thoroughly investigated her own lineage. Her unique talents lend themselves perfectly to such endeavors, and she had certainly taken advantage. As a result, the history of both her grandparents and the Amazons is well known to her. Perhaps she has never had the opportunity to see it in living action, but she had the next best thing. And this… this is an opportunity she would never pass up.
Her footsteps are muffled against the leaf litter of the forest floor, dappled light dancing across her mottled skin as she wends her way through trees and low brush. She finds the pair of horses easily enough, the jaguar mare having so recently stumbled upon the hairless woman just rising from the ground. It seems she and Tantalize are destined to be in the same place at the same time with some frequency. Not that she particularly minds. She rather likes the woman.
However, that particular former Khaleesi is not who she had come to see. Stepping from her cover amidst the shifting leaves of the forest, her gaze, vibrantly blue and boldly curious, settles upon the odd woman standing upon new legs in the midst of the small clearing.
“Well, I must say this is something of a surprise,” she offers by way of greeting. Her lithe frame shifts closer, one brow lifting slightly as she studies Scorch with undisguised interest. “Hello, Grandmother.”
