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Tarquin
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Date Posted: 19:54:55 10/10/02 Thu
Having stepped gently, but firmly, away from the embrace with the arrival of Ziraga, he watched with detached interest. Without his clear knowledge, his hackles had risen at the kiss given from the stallion-dragon to his mother, and his eyes sparked with unusual ferocity. He knew nothing of their thoughts nor history, and so he saw merely the deadly flirtation exchanged - and the potential result.
"Wytch Hazel!" Startled from his thoughts with his peer's abrupt leap into the conversation, her name passed through his lips in the form of a biting snarl. Quickly, he checked himself. Forcing his body into calmness, he again addressed the young female.
"Isis will make her own decision in her own time." Avoiding looking at the golden dragoness and bronzed golden dragon, he stared witheringly into the eyes of B&C's child. "As long as Isis is back she is Queen, as you have remembered, so let us give her the right of our trust."
(OOC- Sorry I didn't reply sooner. School has taken me off in an intoxiating whirlwind of homework, apples, volleyball and ancient Greek.... So much fun I actually forgot about Cascade Mountains for a while.)
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