[private] Desolation comes upon the sky // Naia

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

Of course, it would without doubt be one of her own blood who came trapezing to interrupt her moment of solitude. Not that she could claim regularity in such occurrences, considering how fervently she harboured herself away nowadays, hiding from society and from duty. Where once an urgent need to fulfil her role within her womanly kingdom sat needily in her chest, now only a vacuum lays: absorbing what remained of her innards, rendering her to be a fractional hologram of who she once claimed to be.

The filly approached somberly, barely disturbing the air between them with words far quieter than the rolling ocean not ten feet before them. Scorch flicked a single ear in the girl's direction, initially uninterested in anything the passerby might have to say; but upon her next inhale, the Matriarch identified her companion as distinctly Nerinian, or at least, having once been distinctly Nerinian. The salt-rock scent sat grimily beneath a layer of other scents, a telltale sign of a wanderer; recognizing this, Scorch now craned her wrinkled, hairless neck to peer more closely at the near-woman, scrutinizing every detail of her strangely coloured figure until at last she thought she might have placed her.

The gold and the spots were a dead give away; but in her defense for not having immediately recognized the girl: her son and his wife had only had twins to her knowledge. Obviously, that must have changed.

"Girl," she spoke brusquely, the charred chords of her vocals ringing ugly in the air between them. Her eyes, set wide in her hammer head, blazed a neon green. "Do you not recognize your grandmother when you see her?  Breckin and Leilan must be busy, to not have taught you of me." A faint, almost nonexistent smile ghosted across the Amazon's lips; she felt grateful for the girl's interruption now, as her sickly mind managed to focus on something other than her own sins.

The irony, of course, was that she highlighted Leilan's sins in the enunciation of her impulsive, presumptuous thoughts.

Scorch

Once Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle

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