How deep is your love?

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[PRIVATE] How deep is your love?

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

11-07-2015, 11:29 PM

Isopia
barefoot on a summer's night

Was that not how these things worked? Could Ampere not hear her? With a scrutinizing golden gaze, Isopia watched as Ampere tilted the blade. It was as if she was trying to give the girl motion sickness-

Oh

She's showing me where she is, the girl quickly and silently concluded. With a more diligent gaze, she followed the blades reflected movements, noting the familiar surroundings. So she was just... expected to pick up and go when Ampere called on her? She didn't remember seeing that in the WHATCH's fine print.

But...She definitely didn't want Ampere coming to her.

Nodding, the girl pulled away from the hut. She took the dagger with her, just in case. Who knows, perhaps Ampere would be offended if she didn't constantly tote it around. Flying east on large, mismatched wings, the girl made good time. She knew almost exactly where it was Ampere had 'messaged' her from, and chose direct and efficient flight paths. Sweat broke out lightly on the earthen girl's hulking body. She was by no means fat, but nor was she in exceptionally good shape. Still, she was making good time.

Below, she spied Thunderhead's black and blue body. Drifting downwards, the girl easily eased herself into a casual landing, before walking without haste towards her 'leader'. It wasn't often that she appeared before Ampere in her regular body - normally she was cloaked as her WHATCH namesake - a raven. Today however, the girl felt no need. Her privacy had already been invaded by the blade she had been given. Why bother hiding it?

"You rang." She offered dryly as a hello, as she folded her wings against her flanks.