Don't get too close, it's dark inside

[Scorch]

WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT

The small black mare returns Scorch’s nod, which the Queen appreciates. While she’s often neither over nor under estimated (she tries to keep them guessing) it’s nice to have recognition at all. Not that she doesn’t get any – it is more so that she rarely gets any positive recognition. That being said, the fire-woman isn’t all that certain that the Arabian’s wordless reply is positive at all. But when has Scorch ever been a worrier (always, that is. But no one happens to know that)?

Scorch rolls her eyes back to Lokii as he begins his monstrous attempt at humiliating her. He knows nothing, and whatever he thinks he knows, so does everybody else. Even this stranger could probably have realized that Scorch hasn’t heard of being friendly, or at least, she ignores it when the topic comes up. ”It would do you well to learn that shining a bad light on Beqanna really isn’t the way to entice newcomers in.”

Lokii pins his ears and steps around her, to which Scorch steps back and gives him a glare. While he is not necessarily the enemy, the woman has seen him and his trickster ways. He’s completely untrustworthy, and a slight lunatic, too. It pains her to even think of this black Arabian going with him – but then again, he’s probably thinking the same thing. So be it.

”I’d question that statement, considering the Valley has a history of murdering innocents on a whim.” She’s had enough of this bullshit, and doesn’t care to bring up the past. Even if the Valley has stopped their blasphemous ways, they’ll always have the potential to go back down that hellish roads.

Allowing Lokii to speak to the Arabian without further interruptions, Scorch studies her. While small, Scorch can tell that she has a fiery side to her. Perhaps not as fiery as Scorch – har har – but a little spark can make a large flame.

”While you’re talking about yourself, let me ask you this: have you a mind of peace or war? Each kingdom has a caste of each, though they’re not mutually exclusive. If you’re leaning towards joining one of us, those would be your role in the kingdom.” She grins, her sharp teeth glimmering in the moonlight. ”And I might add that the Jungle is a women of only women, though men may live there. That – among a few other things – is the only difference between us and the other seven kingdoms.”

Scorch

Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle