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Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780

Dragon's Throat Apostle atk: 6.5 | def: 10 | dam: 8.0

Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB

Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd

04-19-2015, 02:33 PM (This post was last modified: 04-19-2015, 02:34 PM by Isopia.)

I'm the end of a Hitchcock movie; a little dark and a lot confusing.

The walk had been long, and the girl had been pleasantly surprised on two accounts.

The first, was how well Zero was at keeping up with her. Flying was out of the question, and somewhere deep inside the girl wondered if the colt's deformities lingered in his bones as well as his missing wing. Whatever had caused the defect (she hated that word, but abnormality didn't seem any better), might have done other damage in his system that the girl couldn't see from the outside. As they had set off, the girl feared that the walk would test the colts physical limitations. To her joy, it didn't.

The second surprise, was how much the ebb and sway of their conversation on the way over hadn't bothered her at all. Normally she found conversations with those less academically minded than her (which almost always included the young), taxing and arduous. She found their narrow ways of thinking infuriating and yet they were closed to her offers of aid. Pretentious. It was a word they used to describe her often. Zero however, was blissfully different. His mind seemingly worked as quickly as hers did - snapping up bits of information and forming insightful and interesting questions.

The walk would have felt much longer had Zero not been with her.

Eventually, they came to the ocean. They could smell it from a ways off - the salty brine infused the air with a sweetness that made the girl thirsty. As they traveled, the girl made creations out of water so that they could drink wherever they were, but the closer they got to the ocean, the more frequent these stops became.

And then suddenly, there it was.

It stretched out seemingly forever, although the girl knew it could not be so. Still, she dreamed of an endless sea, where time was lost to those who traveled it. That was the type of place she thought she could be happy in.

"This is where I was telling you about." She breathed after her eyes had drunk up enough of the endless blue. Turning to Zero, her bright golden gaze surveyed his reaction, as she tentatively hoped he would find it as amazing as she did.

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