Her golden eyes narrowed slightly as confusion dawned upon her features. Found him in a forest? That didn't cohere with what she knew about companions. After all, hadn't Abraham just confirmed that there was always some sort of competition involved? That one had to prove something - strength, in his case - in order to be gifted the egg? Her mind wandered, and for a moment she wondered how her mother came to have Khan. After all, Kahlua didn't seem like the type to be able to best anyone in a fight, not that she would try to.

But Ros continued, interrupting Iso's thoughts. What came next did cohere with what she knew, but that made her cousin's previous statement all the more confusing. With golden eyes, filled with intrigue and distrust, she looked at the rougarou. Part of her envied how quickly it could shape shift, and the number of shapes it could take. She herself could only become a raven (at least for now), but in the span of a few seconds the rougarou - with a name she didn't know, nor one she could pronounce - had become four. It was impressive as much as it was alarming. Such power within something so small...

And Ros just found it in the woods.

Isopia called bullshit.

"But-" She began, her voice sounding quizzical to try and diminish the sound of her own disbelief. "If you just found it, either it wasn't meant for you ... or it was. If it wasn't, then it wouldn't have bonded to you. And if it was then ... " Her eyes burned into the owl, as if trying to see through it, into the center of what it was and how it came to be. "...then it was just for you." She concluded. A small part of her acknowledged that this conclusion might upset Abraham, who had to fight for his two dragons, while her cousin simply happened up hers. (Or was given it).

The demi-child wasn't even really paying attention to where they were going - her mind was too wrapped up in unraveling this puzzle. Iso's dark hooves crunched on crystal fragments that littered the basin floor. Her ears immediately pinned at the sound of grinding, and she skittered back on impossibly long limbs to refrain from stepping on any more. Snorting, the earthen child called upon her magic. Instead of creating a dragon, she created a small earthen-creature in the likeness of an owl. The creature fluttered towards her, plucking the acorn charm her Father had given her from around her neck, and flying to the top of the cave. There it lingered, allowing the acorn to cast a warm, albeit not terribly bright light - into the room.

The light caused the crystal fragments to glisten rather beautifully, but Isopia only saw horror, rather than beauty. "What... what did this?" She stammered. Her Father's words rung harshly in her ears, reminding her to take only what she needed from the caves. What had broken so much of the crystal off? And with such waste! Her heart began to race and colour flooded her cheeks and darkened her eyes.