Today Isopia was focused. Her focus was more intense than ever before, because now there was something she wanted. Rarely did the girl feel a need for anything - even the pangs of hunger and sleep feel distant to her elevated mind. Her body needed those things, but her mind did not. It was not often that the girl's mind coveted anything other than knowledge. Physical trinkets and baubles meant little to her.

Until now.

The demi-child cantered on the well worn paths of the Falls, winding and collecting when the trails were condensed and narrow, and extending and racing when they opened up. Her body was growing like a weed, and it felt good to run and exercise her rapidly growing muscles and frame. Deeper and deeper into the Falls she went. The path she tracked down became far less worn as she continued, even appearing to be merely animal paths in certain places. Isopia had traveled this way a few times since she had come to live here, and was confident that not many ventured this far in. It was to her advantage that they didn't, for the girl preferred solitude. In fact, that was why she was doing this.

Solitude. A place to call her own.

Eventually the path fell away all together; lost in a grove of trees. Isopia continued through, until she came to a small clearing. It was quite small - enough for perhaps 10 or so horses. Enclosed on all sides by trees, the clearing held grasses that were chest high, as well as a small stream that bubbled up through the ground and continued on to empty into one of the larger waterfalls.

Breathing deeply, the demi-girl nodded. It was here that she would build her hut.

The girl closed her eyes and concentrated. Never before had she tried to construct the sort of structure that she had in her mind. She wanted a hut - a round but enclosed structure that would become part of the earth. She would create the foundation out of stone, and the rest out of compact earth. Her hope was that over time it would simply be encompassed by the nature which surrounded it: tree roots would grow through it, plants would grow on it. Besides, she was the daughter of the earth God after all. She was sure she could help it along.

In her mind she pictured the foundation: four pillars placed equidistant from each other would provide support for the walls. They would connect in an arch - about 10ft tall so there would be ample head room inside. It would only be large enough to fit 3 or 4 horses in total - perhaps fewer depending on their size. The foundation was also imbued with magic which would keep it warm, which would likely prove useful in the oncoming FrostFall. The girl had never lived through the Winter before, but she would not be unprepared.

Calling upon her other magic, the girl began to slowly shape the walls and rough. It was exhausting, and she had to stop several times. Still, the girl was diligent and even stubborn in her resolve. As she worked, her appearance became ragged and unkempt. Dirt smeared her blood-painted body, while stains of sweat and mud tracked down her death-marked face. Her mane and tail were thick with brambles, yet the girl didn't seem to mind. She ignored the strains and cries of pain from her muscles and continued to work.