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ISOPIA
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
Things could have gone worse ... but then again they certainly could have gone better. Although the girl is aging faster than those who dwell in the Edge, and so likely faster than regular yearlings, it is clear that she is still the youngest among her assembled cousins. Much younger. Mesec seems the oldest, but only because he isn't flailing around screaming like Ros is. In her youthful mind, the girl thinks that perhaps the loud one and the dark one are the same sage. It leads her to wonder why Aithniel is younger than they - was she a facsimile as well? Later the girl would have to ask.
Mesec's healing appears to have been effective, as the dragon seems to rally slightly, calling out to them.
Ink ? The girl doesn't know what that means, or what it is. Is it a type of magic that she has yet to hear of? Some sort of element that holds the key to their downfall? Her mind doesn't have time to linger on the strange word, for once more Ros seems to be running away. For a moment the girl's ears pin backwards as her angry golden gaze falls upon her cousin. But she isn't running away at all. She seems to be ... hopping? Sashaying? A confused look falls over her death-masked features as she tries to pull her gaze away. Her mind tells her that remaining this still for this long is a poor strategy. She needs to be moving, lest she end up in the same condition that seems to have befallen her cousin.
Looking upwards, the girl spreads her mismatched wings and jumps. As she does so, her body shrinks voluntarily, contorting into the much smaller frame of a raven. Flapping her avian wings, the girl flies towards the dragon. The bugs have seemingly left it alone, and so the girl hopes that they will take no notice of a common raven lingering on a beast that is much too difficult for them to bite. Having no idea what she is doing, the girl tries to land on the head of the dragon. Her golden eyes go glassy for a moment as she realizes she has no idea what she is doing. The puff of smoke blown her way might have activated the magic within her, but it did not tell her how to use it. Mesec had been able to figure it out though ... huffing to herself, the girl focused. She tried to conjure up the feeling that had accompanied the burst of magic within her. She concentrated on the sensation of power within herself, and tried to direct it towards the dragon.
“Hey, do the water thing again!!”
The now raven-girl looked towards her jumping and jiving cousin. Was water the enemy of this new element? Could water overcome ink? The girl had no idea, but Ros certainly sounded like she understood this ink thing. Inwardly, the girl focused on a magic that was much easier to call forth than her recently acquired healing ability. She felt the calm blue pull as the air before her vibrated. Rather than creating her usually two largish shapes, the girl opted for 5 smaller ones. 5 creatures, roughly the size of dogs suddenly appeared. They had no distinct shape or form - the girl was in too much of a hurry to put much effort into the aesthetics of her magic - but they were composed of water nonetheless, just as Ros instructed. Rather than throwing her magic at her cousins as she had done before, the girl directed these five shapes at the hoard of bugs.
Like mini tidal waves they came, directed at the swarms and instructed to break over them, hopefully drowning them and overpowering this ink, whatever it was.
Iso becomes a raven and flies to the dragon, trying to land on its head. She hopes that since the bugs left the dragon alone, they won't bother her while she tries to heal him. She then follows Ros's instructions and creates 5 creatures of water and hurls them at the bugs.
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