Once upon a time [questing]

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[OPEN] Once upon a time [questing]

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

#11

04-06-2017, 03:23 PM

ISOPIA
In reality's shadow the blind see best.

We could go to the Hidden Falls.

Isopia's first reaction is to remind Volterra that the Hidden Falls is gone, but then that's not quite right. It isn't actually gone, it's just ... not a place that one could really live anymore. Whatever the thing was that made a land inhabitable, her Father had taken it.

But of course, that wasn't what Volterr was saying at all.

His hungry mind already having consumed all of Isopia's memories, Babel's black eyes turned towards her, sparking with mischief and mockery. He didn't particularly care about Isopia and this stallion in so far as their love was concerned, but he did rather enjoy feeling Isopia mentally squirm as certain thoughts collided in her mind. Viciously, the black-eyed dragon forced an image of the two of them shoulder to shoulder in her hottub, as if he had been there for that moment himself. His suggestion was clear: she should go with him. What harm could it do? And it might be fun.

It wasn't like they had much of a relationship left to ruin if it all went poorly.

Immediately interrupting, Hubris interjected his own thoughts, tittering at Babel's clear attempts to get Isopia worked up.

"Old times." She repeated, stupidly, feeling obligated to say something and finding only those words on her tongue. "I-" She wanted to slap herself. If she didn't care about Volterra, how was it that she could so easily be tongue-tied in his presence? Taking a breath, she swallowed, trying to block out the sensual images that Babel was finding and thrusting to the forefront of her mind. It made her skin itch and ignited parts of her that her mind immediately tried to counter with cold rationality. But it wasn't much use. Her body still remembered him, even if her mind didn't.

"The clearing...Our child is buried there." She said finally. It wasn't a yes or a no. It was ... a rope perhaps. And it was up to Volterra to hang her with it, or lead her along by it.