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Miles and miles to go before we sleep

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
sed quis custodiet  ipsos custodes?


The grasses which swayed around her hooves seemed to magic the magic that constantly gripped her body rise faster. Those sweet yellow-green blades began to form and wrap up Isopia's legs and knees, making it appear not as though she was standing in tall grass, but that she was actually composed of it. The demigoddess's golden stare rose to her Father, surprised at this subtle outpouring of affection. Hadn't their last meeting together ended with unconsolable disappointment on his part? It had felt that way to her, and she thought that whatever love might have been between - whatever paternal obligation was owed - had been lost. But what did Isopia really know of love? Only that she felt towards Volterra, a bitter and broken and twisted thing. She might love Zero, but the word had never come to her in association with her childhood friend, no matter what she might feel inside. And so she had no  benchmark with which to gauge her Father's reaction, and so she merely stood stunned and silent.

As he spoke, his words resounded in her mind. Shelter in these lands, but tend to them. Thrive amongst your brethren, but grow them.

As his gaze found hers, Isopia's head tilted slightly as if she meant to look behind herself at whoever it was he must be looking at. For surely he didn't mean to - The Mountain that Knows. The movement of her quad-horned skull ceased and her ears perked forward. He hadn't used her name this time, but the monicker given to her. This filled her with a sort of joyous relief that she'd never experienced before. That he would have learned from his past mistakes and then changed his behaviour - simply because something he had done in the past had upset her? It was something she'd never experienced before, and gratitude, for the first time, wafted towards the mammoth deity.

"To everything there is a season." She said simply. Would her reign alongside Archibald be successful? Would it drive the Hidden Falls closer together, in their mutual hatred of the earthen girl? Would stagnancy be replaced with unwanted change? Would her rule be met with resistance? Isopia felt no trepidation at the rise of these thoughts, for it was as she had said; to everything there is a season. She made no judgement on the goodness or badness of that season.

Her gaze turned towards Archibald, curiosity prickling at the base of her neck as to what his reaction to all this would be. Happily, for at least one of the pair could be happy, Hubris jumped from Isopia's back and glided towards the God of the Earth. Landing near one of his massive feathered hooves, the bronze dragon reached out a hand and patted the giant hoof there, looking up with oceanic eyes full of mirth.

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RE: Miles and miles to go before we sleep - by Isopia - 09-16-2016, 09:28 AM

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