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

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

A long minute of being side-eyed by her all-seeing granddaughter passed, ripe with curiosity and questions. Scorch forced herself to stand still during the inspection, refusing to twitch the skin of her withers or to flick an ear in annoyance at the way it felt to be thus scrutinized; in the end, she could not begrudge Heartfire of her thirst for knowledge, though this acceptance came exclusively from their shared blood. For the most part, what was Scorch's was her family's; that meant all her sins and short comings, too.

And, at long last, the inevitable question came. A quick flash of a smile coloured Scorch's expression as she laughed curtly, wanting immediately to spit out how very unwell she felt these days. As if to punctuate and emphasize this desire, the foal in her womb kicked powerfully, reminding her that the day soon would come when he or she would be gracing her with his or her presence. This did little to warm Scorch to the idea of mothering another bastard. She snapped her tail, made of materialized twilight, and stung the place where the foal had kicked; of course, the babe would feel nothing, and the impulsive action only punished the already suffering mare all the more.

"No," she answered finally, and simply. It was the single word which best detailed her unwell feelings. She smiled again, more grimly this time. She tore her pragmatic steel gaze away from the waves, and slashed them across to Heartfire. In the next moment, a thin layer of flame erupted across her entire figure, looking for all the world like a bright orange chestnut coat. The crackling of the flames filled the silence between them for a moment, until Scorch gathered enough of an explanation to present to her grand daughter.

"I think I am going to leave Nerine." The words fell stale from her mutilated lips, as if the desertion which once would have marked her eternally as a traitor, now meant less than nothing to her. Indeed, the emptiness in her gray eyes spoke as much. "There is nothing left for me here." And as she spoke these words, images of the ancient Amazon Jungle played vividly in her mind's eyes - and if Heartfire were paying only a little attention, she would know that Scorch was right.

There was nothing left her her here anymore.

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

"@[Heartfire]"