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Nymeria
- the raven casts the longest shadow -
The dragon blinked. Nymeria stared back.
What does she hide? Nymeria wondered. What secrets does she keep? Once more her thoughts roll over towards the enigmatic and impossible things she knew about Isopia, things that obscured the behemoth's true nature. What she knew was small and extraneous and yet pieces of something larger—fluttering bits of secrets, stories, ciphers, all shaping Isopia into a riddle without answer. Nymeria wished more than anything that she could know. Know what frightened her, startled her, loved her... all of which was an untouched mystery. Thedragon kis holló was nothing to her, and yet she was irresistible and inescapable like a black hole.
Lilómiel glances over at Hubris. A smile writhed across his black lips in noxiously bright greeting; it faded when the bronze's hands wrung together uncertainly. Feathers shifted and hissed in murmurous agreement—he wasn't quite certain of where their companions stood either.
(Of course he knew Nymeria's ulterior motives. But he wouldn't dare allow them departure.)
The silence stretches between them unpleasantly; Nymeria thought that perhaps they should've left after all. Unfortunately, she had insisted on staying. "I don't think I'll call you kis holló," she eventually tells Isopia, more as a way to break the awkwardness than anything. "Little raven hardly seems to suit you." Nymeria blinked before racing her red irises over from the tips of the dragon's horns down to her claws. Then, after a brief consideration, she continues: "Üreges királynő is something of a mouthful... no, I think tükör arca is best."
Sunlight glints off the tip of Isopia's horns.
"... Who gave you the name kis holló anyways?"
What does she hide? Nymeria wondered. What secrets does she keep? Once more her thoughts roll over towards the enigmatic and impossible things she knew about Isopia, things that obscured the behemoth's true nature. What she knew was small and extraneous and yet pieces of something larger—fluttering bits of secrets, stories, ciphers, all shaping Isopia into a riddle without answer. Nymeria wished more than anything that she could know. Know what frightened her, startled her, loved her... all of which was an untouched mystery. The
Lilómiel glances over at Hubris. A smile writhed across his black lips in noxiously bright greeting; it faded when the bronze's hands wrung together uncertainly. Feathers shifted and hissed in murmurous agreement—he wasn't quite certain of where their companions stood either.
(Of course he knew Nymeria's ulterior motives. But he wouldn't dare allow them departure.)
The silence stretches between them unpleasantly; Nymeria thought that perhaps they should've left after all. Unfortunately, she had insisted on staying. "I don't think I'll call you kis holló," she eventually tells Isopia, more as a way to break the awkwardness than anything. "Little raven hardly seems to suit you." Nymeria blinked before racing her red irises over from the tips of the dragon's horns down to her claws. Then, after a brief consideration, she continues: "Üreges királynő is something of a mouthful... no, I think tükör arca is best."
Sunlight glints off the tip of Isopia's horns.
"... Who gave you the name kis holló anyways?"
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@Isopia
OOC: You can plug tükör arca into google translate to hear how it would be pronounced! It means 'mirror face' for the record :P
Yes I lied, don't think about you all the time
All my switchblade words ain't aim to cut your sweet delusions
