Isopia, who constantly wanted to avoid interacting with others, was almost constantly on the look out. Dragons were no great surprise to her - many in the Edge had possessed them. Fewer in the Falls, after the transition, but still enough that she saw them almost constantly. She knew dragons were accompanied by those with equine blood, and so as she spun to face the oncoming mammoth which was Abraham, she was not entirely surprised to see a horn upon his brow. Hybrid, her mind noted immediately. There was no other explanation - not one that she knew of anyways.

But there was one spectacularly and singularly shocking piece of information that had not fully sunk in yet.

Two. There were two dragons.

The girl's golden stare bore through the oncoming dragons and past Abraham. She expected to see another in his wake, but found none. Her ears strained but heard nothing. As the females landed upon the inviting mouth of the cave, Iso's nostrils flared. She smelled nothing.

It was just him.

Him, and two of them.

For a girl who felt very few emotions, it always jolted her when she did. A swampy and ugly feeling gripped her heart and mind, fluttering before her eyes as she returned her stare to the gold and the white. Jealousy. Envy. She felt it a few times before - only when those she had met spoke other languages to her - did she feel the grip of the green-eyed monster. They had information that she coveted but did not yet have. And now, this would-be King had two dragons. The girl felt a kinship with the creatures, though didn't know why. Perhaps it was because her mother had them, or perhaps because they were a gift from her Father, to the earth. Whatever it was, the girl was dragon to them. She made her rock and water creatures to mirror their likeness, though because she never had one of her own, always failed in some small respect. Something in the eyes was never quite right.

Ignoring Abraham for the time being, the girl took a step closer to the females. It was not so close as to invade their space, but close enough that she could inspect their bodies. Around her, the ground began to rumble and shake. Rock broke apart and began to meld together. On either side of her, this happened. The stone slabs rose into the air, whirling and spinning while the girl's gaze was locked upon the dragon's form. Her golden eyes raced and traced up and down, while simultaneous changes were made to the rocks at her side. After about half a minute, the rock creations which hovered beside her appeared to look just like Brienne and Gwyneverre.

The girl let a small smile part her lips. It was not because of pride in her work that she was smiling, but merely pride that she had understood something new: she saw these dragon's differently, and it made her understand.

Turning slightly, the rock-dragons flying easily at her shoulders, she regarded Abraham stoically for a moment. Her death marked face was emotionless now, the smile having fallen as her gaze moved away from the dragons.

"You have two." She observed. "I have never seen anyone with two before."