WATCH THE FLAMES CLIMB HIGH INTO THE NIGHT
Where Lokii seems to have better places to be, bigger fish to fry, Scorch devotes her time and energy to Afire Atnight. Although diplomacy has by far been her weakness, recruiting has, is, and will be something that she excels at, simply because she is dedicated. There are few moments where her attentions are not on the recruit, and fewer moments still when she is leaving simply because another mare has walked into the field. If she had done that, half of the Jungle wouldn’t be there today.
All of her will power is utilized not to roll her purple dragon eyes when Lokii makes his excuses and thus departs. Instead, she turns said eyes to Afire, eager to address what she has said. ”It sounds as if the war caste would suit you. We are currently at war with no one, but to learn the art of fighting is never a loss, especially with the current set of rulers.” She doesn’t explain further, deciding it too difficult to explain herself, Camrynn, Eight, Typhon, Errant, and Straia. The power players, though in a few short weeks, she’s certain that their number will dwindle.
”While working for a kingdom is good and well, I can also offer a home and family for you to defend. The Jungle has a magic which binds those who take the oath together, in sisterhood. Each of the sisters sports the vine-and-rose, as well as their own personal tattoo.” Her eyes twitch into a sickly yellow colour as a bitter tone comes to her voice. ”While ignorant people may call us a cult and binding, this is not so. There is absolutely no pressure to take the oath – if you wish to serve without dedicating yourself to the Jungle, that is entirely okay.”
Sinking her weight into one hip, Scorch gazes at the elegant black Arabian with interest. Lagertha would like this woman, she thinks, as would Malka. ”Afire Atnight, would you have any interest in meeting the members of my kingdom? The walk is not long from here.”
Scorch
Khaleesi of the Amazon Jungle