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ISOPIA
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
The mare does her best to remain still as the sentinel comes closer, but her body betrays her and stiffens. Despite the intimacy her mind might feel for the weathered old master, her body is young and guarded, having opened only for the affections of a stallion she would now sooner kill than stand beside, and a long-lost childhood friend. His whiskers against her skin are seemingly heightened, as her nerve endings scream that she is being touched. His proximity does not feel casual and gentle, but abrasive and harsh on her senses, but she endures it just the same.
His words are a comfort, for they allow her mind to re-engage and pull away from her distracted and overreacting body. The Mountain's quad-horned skull nods once in acceptance and understanding, not deterred in the least by this criptic and open-ending invitation. For once, obligation does not seem so hideous to her, and she actually looks forward to whatever orders might be bestowed upon her.
"I will wait." She agrees, her body relaxing as the old one pulled away from her.
Hubris, never one to be rude, clawed at the ground in a childish display of sorrow as Roanne turned to leave. The dragonling knew that this meeting was for Isopia and so he would not draw unnecessary attention to himself, but even that couldn't temper the sadness that creased his draconian brow at having been forgotten. He liked the big one, liked his musk and the cadence of his words. Hubris assumed it wouldn't be the last time that he saw the old master but ...
Roanne turned, and a sound greeted the small dragon. Brightening instantly, Hubris jumped to his feet trilling a sound brimming with happiness and relief. One clawed hand waved goodbye to the sentinel's receding form, as a grin widened the dragon's happy features.
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