[private] Desolation comes upon the sky // Warrick + Porcia

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

The Overseer wasted no time, as she'd come to expect of the well-mannered man. As his hooves splattered into the mud, Scorch inhaled deeply, preparing herself to deliver the news; that, in essence, she'd stolen his child... But hopefully, he would come to see it her way. God knows she'd done enough thinking on this matter to warrant an easy interaction here today.

"King Warrick," She allowed, maintaining a serious expression as the man opposite her's gaze delved into her molten red-yellow eyes with an intensity she admired. Yes; she remembers well the fear of a child's life; and at the thought, her heart goes out to Philomena, the little girl she'd adopted nigh on two years ago. But they were not here to speak of her; Scorch could only hope the spotted girl was at least alive and well, if not active and dutiful.

Scorch listened to Porcia introduce herself before continuing. "We come bearing the news of Queen Hestia's passing." Blunt, and impersonal, but utterly true and vulnerable nonetheless. Her lips twitched, but the expression couldn't quite be called a smile.  "I stand before you now as Queen of the Leviathans. But that is why I have come to see you today."

"Your daughter, Wishbone, who you sent to me in a gesture of good faith, has agreed to be Nerine's heir." Her words came now with more sympathy and care, for this information dealt with the living, when no amount of care could ever do anything for the dead. Fuck you, inconsiderate asshole. Scorch wanted to grin at the good-natured banter coming from Hestia in the afterlife, but contained herself, continuing after a slight pause for the king to absorb the information.

"I hope that this is not seen as an offense to you, or to Tephra. In fact I chose Wishbone not only because she shes immense promise as a leader of the Leviathans, but because I would like to secure our kingdoms' alliance beyond the shadow of a doubt. With Sylva already hitting us where it hurts, we must present a united front."

Falling silent, Scorch stood completely still, refusing to allow her gaze drift from Warrick's. She hoped that Porcia wouldn't mind how much talking she would do in comparison to the new ambassador, but for now, she could not express that hope out loud; instead, awaiting Warrick's answer.

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle