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ISOPIA
Consider your origin. You were not formed to"live like brutes but to follow virtue and knowledge. Her eyes continue to narrow. She wasn't entirely sure what game this fellow was playing ... if this confusion and fright was genuine. Then again, he might have been feeling and displaying a multitude of other emotions, she just didn't understand them. For the girl, only the most basic of emotions - and some higher academic ones - could be understood by her fast mind. The subtleties of the heart were completely lost to her.
As he asked if she was a witch, a frown formed on her maroon lips as a sigh parted them. What a silly thing to say. It was fallacious reasoning, that's all. He believed, wrongly, that all who had magic were witches. That was just false - it was not a sufficient component of the word 'witch' that one had magic. It might be necessary, but it certainly wasn't sufficient. Pausing before she responded, the girl wondered if this strange creature understood necessary and sufficient conditions. Her mind fluttered - how could anyone not?
"Magic does not make one a witch. Witchhood includes many other features. It's silly to assume or conclude on the basis of one demonstration of magic that I am a witch." She responded, her tone possessing of its usual combination of academic poise and boredom. "Regardless, no, I am not a witch. I was born with magic - I can do things other than this." She concluded.
As if to prove her point, the grasses in which they stood began to wrap themselves around her forelegs. Growing up, seemingly for her hooves, the blades of green began to sprout from her blood-splattered legs. Her dark hooves appeared to be the colour and consistency of dirt. The long she stood immobile, the faster this occurred.
As this occurred, the girl thought. How could it be that this creature was so startled by the use of her magic, and immediately jumped to what was, in her mind, an absurd assumption on the basis of its use? The girl knew that there were lands - worlds - other than Helovia, but she assumed that most were more or less the same. If they weren't, life wouldn't have evolved in roughly the same way it had here. Camon looked more or less regular, and so it made sense to think that he was from a land more or less like this one.
The less however, seemed to be that it was void of magic.
"You aren't from here." She concluded allowed, voicing the conclusion of her thoughts.
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