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[OPEN] Old teenage hopes are alive at your door [CLEARING]

Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780
Dragon's Throat Apostle atk: 6.5 | def: 10 | dam: 8.0
Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB
Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd
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Isopia
barefoot on a summer's night

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Isopia shifts herself to allow Verzes room to help her shift and pull on the boughs blocking out the sunlight. She flexes her claws, looking at the two dragons with a sort of triumphant power, enjoying the dexterity that their bodies afford them.

And then, suddenly it is just she and Hubris moving the logs, and the stallion below is  yelling.

Isopia's scaled-expression knits together as she glances down. It almost seems like he's addressing her, but she doesn't understand the context of his near-interrogation. She glances towards Hubris. >>Maybe he just likes to share his thoughts out loud?<< She wonders silently to the bronze dragon, who nibbles on his lip and thinks nothing in return. It would certainly make sense - he'd greeted her like he'd known her, asked how she was doing and although she chalked it up to just being a political maneuver on his part, it certainly was strange. Now he was asking about whether or not someone remembered him, or was lying about something. The dragoness felt uncomfortable and instantly regretted having asked this stallion for his help. Sure his magic was useful and had expedited their tasks, but this was just getting weird.

Who was he talking about? And why did it sound like he was expecting her to have an answer?

It feels like his eyes are searching for hers, and it made her skin crawl with the sensation. She swallowed hard, suddenly wanting to be anywhere but here she was. The thought of flying away and just leaving this awkwardness behind her was tempting, but she'd previously assumed that the monochromatic stallion had some political affiliation that she was unaware of. If he knew about her challenge with Tembovu, perhaps there would be ramifications if she just abandoned him to this task now.  

"You do seem to be hard to forget." She says, gliding down from the boughs and landing a few feet away. Her honey-coloured gaze scans him, trying to see if her words have placated him at all. She thought the sentiment was harmless enough, but would likely fit any number of scenerios - hopefully one of which was whatever he was currently talking about.

"I think we're just about done here.." She continued, voice trailing off as she pulls her eyes away, wanting nothing more than for this awkward confrontation to be at an end.

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RE: Old teenage hopes are alive at your door [CLEARING] - by Isopia - 01-26-2017, 11:29 AM

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