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11-12-2016, 03:38 PM
Isopia
Though they have met under bizarre circumstances and are definitely unlikely bed fellows, Isopia actually finds herself placing the thought of this stallion in her metaphorical like column. That column has only a handful of names in it - and you'd likely never actually know Isopia liked anyone whose name had made it into the column, given her bizarrely anti-social behaviors, but his name was there nonetheless. Rikyn had proven himself insightful, hadn't lingered unnecessarily upon her apology, and despite her reluctance at giving out her name, his inquiry after her identity actually seemed reasonable, given that she had attacked him and then sought him out.
"I am called The Mountain that Knows." She said, not for the first time happy to have a moniker to offer, rather than having to find excuses to continue hiding her actual name. Though some found it a pretentious name, in her mind, it was better than nothing. Pretentiousness was better than intimacy, for Isopia. "Or just the Mountain, for those who don't prefer the full mouthful."
Nearby, Hubris trilled loudly, waving his bronzey arms to direct the focus from the equines, to him. With a toothy grin, he waved to Rikyn, paused (clearly communicating something to Isopia), then resumed grinning.
"Hubris would like you to know that he is called Hubris." She said, clearly not bothered by the awkwardness of her statement. Shaking his head, Hubris sighed at her, then pointed to Duir. The dragonling could speak to those in his own species, but the language of the deer was far to subtle for him to understand. Though through a fairly comical pantomime, he seemed to be asking what Duir's name was.
@Rikyn
