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ISOPIA
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
The girl failed to comprehend the magnitude of those who had gathered around her at first. Her thoughts were on the dragon, and aiding it with her magic. If it was to die, at least it would not have a parched throat. The girl showed no visible sign of emotion - no pleasure or pride that her offering had worked - as the dragon accepted her drink and thanked her for her effort. Stepping back solemly, the second demi of her line listened to what the creature had to say.
As the dragon recanted its tale, the girl felt a pang of sadness well within her chest. Why did the dragon go around destroying such wondrous artifacts? She accepted the dragon's statement that if in the wrong hands they could prove to be devastating, but then shouldn't his task be to keep them out of the wrong hands, rather than out of any hands? The thought of losing the knowledge that the artifacts held caused despair to rally within her mind. The dragon's actions seemed foolish and naive. Was the injury that befell it simply penance for the destruction it had caused?
As the puff of green smoke ebbed her way, the girl stood steadfast, though was tempted to hold her breath. What if each of the three gathered around her, as well as herself, were similar to the artifacts that the dragon was so hell-bent on destroying? What if this was all a trap, and the smoke coming towards them was merely a means to kill them off? Even with these thoughts swirling in her mind, the demi-girl did not move. If today was the day of her death at the hands of the dragon, then so be it. She would not rally against fate, she would not barter for time. As the girl inhaled the mysterious smoke, she felt knowledge unlocking in her mind - like cogs that had been dormant but were suddenly jolted to life. A new understanding and power graced through her system, as understanding slowly began to take hold.
Four Gods ... She reasoned. Four children. Hazarding a glance, her mind began to connect the pieces. The shape of Ros's horn. Aithniel's colouring ... Mesec's lineage she already knew. Aithniel had asked why the dragon had called them, and the dragon answered it was the easiest way to reach them. It had not waited for more to arrive. Four Gods ... four gathered ... A child from each god. My cousins. The girl was obviously the youngest. Did the others know who she was? Mesec did. Had Aithniel put the pieces together? Was her presence here, among them enough to prove who she was? The thought made her smile slightly. None of them had asked anything of her, hadn't tried to be her family. In this, the girl was so very, very different from Aithniel. Whereas the fire girl coveted the idea of family, the earthen child resented it. Maybe it was the presence of the dragon and its mystical call which made this feel less like a happily family reunion, but the girl did not argue.
As the dragon shifted and the book fell onto the ground, the girl's attention was diverted from thoughts of her un-family. Beware of that book! She heard sharply in her mind, causing her dark ears to fall backwards against her quad-horned skull. No one had ever spoken into her thoughts before. She felt invaded by it.
Then everything sort of happened all at once. There was the noise from the book, the bugs, and the movement of Roskuld. Not bound by the pull of family, the girl's golden gaze remained with the dragon, rather than her flailing cousin. She watched the brightly colored insects swarm the beast, but with no effect. Seemingly smart enough to realize that their efforts against the dragon's scales were useless, the creatures turned upon the four. The girl heard and smelled Ros's electricity as it illuminated the area, and she cast her eyes downward so as to not stare directly into the beam.
The girl's mind raced. She certainly did not want to be forced to dance. The magic she held over earth and water seemed ineffective against the creatures ... How did the natural world combat such things?
Then she knew.
Mud. She would make a coating of mud for herself and her cousins if she could. Animals used such tactics to deter the bites of animals, it seemed to follow that it should aid them now. Calling upon her magic, she created three shapes out of earth and two out of water. She didn't bother shaping them into creatures as she had done before, there simply was no time or need. Her compositions slammed together in the air, mixing and creating an ugly mass of mud. Some she allowed to fall upon herself, to coat her growing body. The rest was divided into three parts, which she hurled towards her cousins. There wasn't time to explain what she was doing, she only hoped they would understand.
"Mud to protect against the bugs!" She yelled as an afterthought. If she could provide defense, hopefully her cousins could continue Ros's offense.
[Iso creates mud and throws it on herself and at her cousins. She figures animals use mud as a way to block insects in nature, so it should help them now.]
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