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05-25-2016, 08:02 PM
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Isopia
Both Isopia and Hubris turned, though Isopia's movements were much slower given her size. Hubris on the other hand rounded immediately, his bright blue gaze falling on Tyrath. Immediately he drew in a breath, and turned to look at Isopia, concern and something like panic lining his scaley face. Surely Isopia would notice the build of the boy? The skull marking his face? Clearly he was a child of- Volterra, yes. Isopia interrupted, her sweeping golden gaze falling upon the dragon. Her massive shoulders shrugged gently. That he has sired more children no longer surprises me. I wonder if this one even knows about him? She exhaled something like amusement, before turning her wide-eyed gaze to the child. Wings and horns though? That she had not seen on any of Volterra's other children. But what of it? After her, had he craved the more exotic, had he- - her quad horned head shook. She wouldn't let herself think of the two of them together, or the ways in which he might remember their ... encounter. Let him fuck whoever he wants. The thought sounded unduly crass in her mind, and the Mountain forced herself to put aside those thoughts. "He is trying to whistle using a blade of grass." Still looking as though he didn't believe that Isopia wasn't about to explode, the dragon's gaze remained fixed on her for a moment, before moving. The bronze held out a clawed hand, with a fat blade of grass held there. To demonstrate, he put his 'thumbs' together, holding the blade vertically between them, but trying to keep it taunt. He put his lips together where there was a hollow in his appendages, and blew. He didn't produce a whistling-sound, but sparks and frost did shoot from his mouth. Hubris trilled almost apologetically and dropped the now frozen piece of grass. "Unsuccessfully. Isopia concluded in her try academic tone. |
