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10-24-2016, 10:52 AM
Isopia
Isopia moved without much purpose through the frozen expanses of the Steppe. Surely it would get much colder with Frostfall, but even so, the air here was decidedly colder than in the more tempered jungle-climate of the Hidden Falls. Still, her duty was to seek balance across Helovia; all of Helovia. And so here she was, dutifully making her routine trek across the lands to ensure that all was well.
Far ahead of her, Hubris flew on glossy, bronze wings. He had almost reached his full height and weight, though already had full command over his magic. With bursts of speed the dragon glided through the chilly air, flapping more than he was used for there were no warm thermals here to help him coast. He didn't mind though - like Isopia, the dragonling liked to push his body and force it to be entirely under his control. He ignored the ache in his wings easily, especially once the butterfly-winged pegasus came into view.
>>Someonehere!<< He mentally trilled to Isopia. The Mountain merely shrugged - both mentally and physically - why should that be of information matter to her?
Hubris trilled a bright hello, flying towards Myrrine and landing in the snow before her. Sparks of static and flares of frost came out of the dragon's nostrils as he grinned happily up at the mare, waving a clawed hand towards her in greeting.
Isopia lumbered slowly towards the pair, though made no effort to increase her pace. She didn't understand why Hubris constantly tried to force her into social situations, and despite the fact that she constantly expressed her lack of desire for such meetings, he continued on just the same.
"He is saying hello." The Mountain offered, her golden gaze looking from the waving dragon, to the pegasus mare.
@Myrrine
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