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12-12-2015, 04:12 PM
No matter how acute her senses, Nymeria did not have her aunt’s magical abilities (re: for all her longing, she could not read minds.) The interval between Volterra’s description and Isopia’s answer was no lengthier than usual, and nor could Nymeria ascribe any particular significance to it. In that thread of time slipped by a secret, one vast and unknowable; one that Nymeria would not learn today.
Lilómiel chirped. The sound was quiet and yet loud in the relatively silent forest, a sort of vague encouragement directed towards the bronze dragon settled on Isopia’s shoulders.
Why?
Wings whispered and flexed as Lil snorted, smoke curling up from his nostrils. If she didn’t know better, she might’ve thought he was putting on a mating display.
You aren’t, right?
His mind pushed back against hers, a lick of flame behind it. The grullo’s gaze cleared again; mentally, she gave Lil a final and gentle shrug. With another chirp and a whistle, he took off, circling towards Isopia and Hubris. It seemed Isopia was past of point of guardedness (if Nym could really say she was “guarded”), and it seemed… seemed as if Nymeria was in.
« Bronze, » Lilómiel dictated to Hubris. His voice—if Nymeria could call it that—wasn't so much a sound as an intrepid feeling. Never had she heard him... talk?—if it was talking; except it wasn't talking. The cadence was Lil's own language, conveyed through the most delicate and subtle twitches of his wings and feathers, a minuscule gesture towards the bronze's glistening scales. The only reason Nym could understand it was through the echo of his "voice" in her head.
Lil's red eyes flashed towards Isopia—his tongue flickered out over his lips as he backbeat his wings, hovering several feet away from Isopia. Despite her apparent uncaring, he was too cautious, too wary, to come closer. « Friend, » he said (almost on afterthought), with a mischievous sort of lilt punctuated by an extra-hard beat of his wings.
"Thank you," Nymeria said, dragging her attention away from the black's antics (although not with a twinge of annoyance.) She hesitates—seeking for an addition to her thanks—before realizing it was never given.
"You never told me your name...?"
Lilómiel chirped. The sound was quiet and yet loud in the relatively silent forest, a sort of vague encouragement directed towards the bronze dragon settled on Isopia’s shoulders.
Why?
Wings whispered and flexed as Lil snorted, smoke curling up from his nostrils. If she didn’t know better, she might’ve thought he was putting on a mating display.
You aren’t, right?
His mind pushed back against hers, a lick of flame behind it. The grullo’s gaze cleared again; mentally, she gave Lil a final and gentle shrug. With another chirp and a whistle, he took off, circling towards Isopia and Hubris. It seemed Isopia was past of point of guardedness (if Nym could really say she was “guarded”), and it seemed… seemed as if Nymeria was in.
« Bronze, » Lilómiel dictated to Hubris. His voice—if Nymeria could call it that—wasn't so much a sound as an intrepid feeling. Never had she heard him... talk?—if it was talking; except it wasn't talking. The cadence was Lil's own language, conveyed through the most delicate and subtle twitches of his wings and feathers, a minuscule gesture towards the bronze's glistening scales. The only reason Nym could understand it was through the echo of his "voice" in her head.
Lil's red eyes flashed towards Isopia—his tongue flickered out over his lips as he backbeat his wings, hovering several feet away from Isopia. Despite her apparent uncaring, he was too cautious, too wary, to come closer. « Friend, » he said (almost on afterthought), with a mischievous sort of lilt punctuated by an extra-hard beat of his wings.
"Thank you," Nymeria said, dragging her attention away from the black's antics (although not with a twinge of annoyance.) She hesitates—seeking for an addition to her thanks—before realizing it was never given.
"You never told me your name...?"
@Isopia
Yes I lied, don't think about you all the time
All my switchblade words ain't aim to cut your sweet delusions
