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ISOPIA
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
She comes.
Both mare and dragon could scent that there was another ahead. Because Isopia was not used to doing such things, she hadn't gathered or bayed herself remember Roanne's scent, and so she did not immediately recognize it. Hubris, whose draconian senses were vastly different than Isopia's equine ones, vaguely did.
Dark 'un Hubris whispered into her mind, as the pair moved solemnly forwards. After their last encounter, Isopia had done what she had planned: she had bathed the rocky carving of herself in the blood of a God. It fizzled and sparked slightly, drying to a colour which was just a touch too vibrant for dried blood. It had been placed back onto the grave of her child, and her soul felt lighter. Whatever emotional pilgrimage his death had sent her on, was one step closer to be completed.
"You're sure?" She whispered in the hush of the Birdsong day. 'ap! Hubris responded confidently, his mental voice poorly forming around the words he wanted to speak. Isopia nodded and pressed onwards.
Today she was draped in the body she had been born in. Her cloak spilled out in a crimson wave behind her, while the plumes on her paldron blossomed a vibrant green of the season.
Isopia came upon Roanne simply. Her large golden eyes spilled across his ancient body with a familiarity that was normally reserved for just Zero (& Volterra). She didn't speak - the normal greeting-rituals were lost upon her. He knew she was here, why bother with a hello? It added nothing to their encounter, and so, in her usual fashion, Isopia dispensed with it.
Her mind did its usual deductive dance, and she assumed that he was here to see her. After all, it was common knowledge that this was one of the many paths she wandered in the Foothills, but it was also common knowledge that Isopia was a bit of an odd-ball, and most seemed to avoid her unless they needed her for something. And while she didn't think that she rubbed Roanne the wrong way, as the saying went, she also didn't think that he was the type to just lurk about. After all, she had never seen him before they had their little mental duel. Seeing him again so soon, and on her path, seemed like too much of a coincidence.
And so, if he was here looking for her, surely he would be the one to do the talking?
So the demigoddess remained quiet, her large eyes fixed upon the sentinel patiently.
Hubris on the other hand, hovered at her shoulder. Sparks and frost glistened on his belly and wings and he anxiously waited to see if he was allowed to proceed. Looking to Isopia he whistled a low, questioning note.
I say hi? He asked, uncertainty in his voice. The dragon knew of Isopia's social awkwardness, and he also gleamed that it made her feel outside, when he was overly friendly. Still, the dragon couldn't help but want to cross the difference between the two big equines.
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