"Is- uh- er---"
Alright, serious question: why haven't you come up with a nickname for Isopia yet? You manage to delegate them to all your other friends- why not to the only one who actively doesn't want to go by her real name? You really need to get on that, because right now you look like an idiot, clearing your throat and stammering as you struggle to work around the fact that the thing you call your best friend is the thing you must never say aloud, if you want to avoid upsetting her. And you want to avoid upsetting her, you really do- especially now, after all that's happened, because it's obvious something is wrong. Even though you've just come upon the gathering you can tell that things are tense. It's the way Isopia stands, the way she moves, the lines of her face. You know your friend well, and you know that something isn't right (though when's the last things were right, for her?).
So you slide in, a blue bodyguard, unafraid to interrupt whatever mini-meeting is going on if it means you can set Isopia at ease. The stout mare you're sure you know, from somewhere, sometime, but the tall white one isn't someone you recognize. They're all taller, and you're a molehill among mountains, but that doesn't stop you from striding up with a bright (if uncertain) grin and a carefully shifting gaze. What they're all doing at the Throat is beyond you. You assume none of them live here, because the bridge isn't active and you know Isopia does not. Maybe that's the problem! Maybe they can't get in, and that's the source of the conflict, and not something deeper and having to do with you know what.
Wouldn't that be nice?
"What're you doin' here, uh... Pushta?" It's the only name that springs to your mind, the one given by the whale that gave your friend hers. There's a genuine concern in your usually cheerful voice, a question deeper than the one you ask. Are you okay? What's wrong? The tip of your wing brushes against hers, and you let your gaze shift between the strangers, that lopsided smile still on your face. "If you're tryin' to get in, I have a key," you offer helpfully, reaching down to pull at the amulet around your neck. Please let that be all this is. Please let it be easy.
You don't want to deal with hard right now.
Zèklè
Sigh no more, no more
One foot in sea, one on shore
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