| Outcast atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 6.5 |
| Stallion :: Equine :: 17hh :: 7 Years [Tallsun] HP: 67.5 | Buff: NOVICE |
| Jen |
It's a matter of limitation rather than observation. Roanne the Sentinel is after all always watching, always guarding, and always taking in the scene. But there are some things that he would need sharper eyes to pick up, and the silent growth about Isopia's hooves falls into that category.
Hubris, however, makes himself abundantly clear. The dark one's lips turn up slightly as he hears the dragon galumphing closer, and he takes a step back in play, as if he needs to brace himself for the young dragon's approach. Hubris might be big, but he's still only a child and Roanne will always be bigger. Unlike most others in his ancient line, the Sentinel has no fear of dragons.
He smells the offering first and then smells its, well, absence as the young dragon covers it in frost. The earthy scent is hidden beneath cold, but Roanne is not deterred. He noses the weed and the hands that hold it, determining from how they're held that the plant is meant for him, and he accepts it with a slow blink of thanks and quiet grace. He delicately grips it between his teeth, thankful now for their slight softness as he does his best not to crush the stem or the ice-covered blossom. It fits easily in his mane, so tangled and already filled with leaves as it is. Though he doesn't test it with a rough shake, Roanne expects the bloom to stay until his descendant's next shift, at the very least.
He gives Hubris one last nudge before looking up, tilting his head curiously at Isopia as if it is he with the question rather than her. Why?
"Becus yuh are taluntud," he tells her frankly, not seeing a reason to hide the honest truth of her skill when surely a mare as aware as she knows of it. "I had a task fur yuh, if yuh wurr up tuh the challunge," Roanne adds, this next blink even slower.
When he closes his eyes he sees Knox's face, Knox's pain, Know's hurt, and he knows that there's nothing he can do. When he opens them, there are only the shadows of Hubris, the Mountain, and the day once more.
"Speak"
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