Of course whatever emotion Ispoia might have seen on Ros's face, were completely lost to her. Others - her mother very likely - would have noticed more. But for all of her quiet observation, such things were not among that which Iso paid attention to. Kahlua would have noticed how Ros paused, perhaps how her shoulders sagged, how her breath hitched as memories flooded into her mind. She might have noticed how the owl - previously so chipper and pleased with the world - suddenly seemed concerned and sullen. Kahlua might have noticed, but Isopia surely did not.

Instead, the demi-child was looking at the ground, trying to discern what might have happened to cause the crystal to shatter in such a meaningless way. She had come here with the intent to carefully cut it away - if whoever had done this needed some - for a quest which they were on, why couldn't they have done the same? Why was there a need for such utter disregard for creation ? Why all the destruction? Why was it necessary? She didn't understand, and it bothered her. She would have continued to be bothered, had her cousin not finally spoken up.

I did.

Eyes of gold suddenly turned darker - bronzer with contempt. "What." She spat. It almost didn't sound like a question - it was an accusation dropped like a platter onto the floor. It echoed in the small chamber as Isopia turned her much larger form towards her cousin. There were few things in the world which had the potential and power to cause and stir an emotional response within the demi-god. But destruction of nature was certainly one of them. She didn't believe that the crystals were alive by any means, but they were a part of a delicate ecosystem down here. An ecosystem which was now shattered on the floor.

Even now, facing her kin the earthen child didn't notice (or if she did, didn't seem to acknowledge) the sadness and the silent tear tracks on Ros's face. It isn't so surprising - she didn't even know her cousin's name after all.

"Why?" She demanded, towering over her older cousin, righteousness flooding her veins. Her mind, normally so good at supplying answers was coming up short. There was simply no reason for this - this was haphazard and messy. This seemed like it was done without forethought or recognition of the consequences. This was like a neatly folded pile of laundry, sprawled on the floor due to a drunken hand looking for the light switch. This was misplaced, misguided.