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07-15-2015, 04:58 PM
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Isopia
Although it hadn't actually occurred to her, Volterra's breed and magic likely had an enormous, although subconscious effect on her, and explained why she felt so comfortable around him. He moved earth - wielded it as she did - which just seemed to her the thing to do. It was in her blood as it was in his, and although her gifts perhaps came more directly from the Earth God, there was no question that his did as well. Then there was his stature - like her, they descended from heavier breeds. Perhaps it was some longing for the Father that she never really had which caused her to gravitate to Volterra for no other reason that his confirmation, but even his physical presence put her mind at ease. And all of this occurred without her knowing. She couldn't see his fatigue past the twitch of his muscles and the sheen of sweat that lined his body. It diverted her attention away from the amount of effort that he had already put in - and only the tones of his voice snapped her eyes away. The earth below is already hard with Frostfall looming just around the corner - and with all the rocks she had gathered on her own she was sure that it would hold. If it did not, she'd likely have to seek the weavers of the Basin and ask for some cloth to line it with .... but time would tell if that journey was necessary (would Volterra accompany her if she had to go...?). Closing her eyes, the girl focused on the stream that dawdled and flowed near by. It was far easier to move water than it was simply to conjure it. She moved a sizable amount until it filled the bottom of the pool. With bated breath, Isopia watched to see if Volterra's handiwork would prove successful or whether more would need to be done. All thoughts of his sweat soaked body fled her mind, as her golden gaze was held solely by the undisturbed water. Her lips parted in a smile after a few seconds. "You did it!" She whispered, trying to containing the excitement in her voice as well as her rising pulse. She could feel her blood begin to pump more encouragingly through her system as her mind moved to the next step in this process: filling the pool entirely. But in order to do that she would need to know how much liquid to add...and in order to dothat...well. They would both need to be in it. For some reason Isopia hadn't even considered this stage before - she just assumed he would move the earth and she would fill the pool at her convenience and perhaps invite him back at some later time. But this wasn't later. It was now, and it was necessary. "In order to fill it completely it would be best if we were both in it - that way I can make sure I'm not adding too much water." (What would that even matter? So you get water on the grass? What difference does it make! her mind screamed, but only the top portion of her mind. The deep down portion, the warm and glowing and encompassing portion, was growing more anxious for them to begin). @[Volterra] |
