[Iso is creeping in a tree. ]
The demi-child heard the sounds of distress, and, perhaps unsurprisingly, was drawn to it.
In her raven form, on black and nearly silent wings, the earthen-girl flew towards the sound of pain and suffering. But this ... this pain seemed different. Guided by a feeling of direction that had formed in her guts, she flew through a world splashed brightly with pulses of colour that didn't belong. Trees appeared pale blue, whereas living things where gradients of reds and yellows. Isopia could see heat in a way that she never dreamed possible, and although the effect was dizzying, she embraced it. This wasn't a plague, this was a gift.
Following the pull and the noise, the girl scooped upwards and landed in a bow above Aylin. She was larger than a normal raven, and her death-markings appeared on her face even in this form - yet she hoped to go unnoticed. So many ignored her on first sight and barely even registered her strange markings. Looking down, her golden eyes narrowed as she saw that there were two bright red forms below, rather than one.
Life.
She thought to herself as she observed the scene below with a distant academic interest. Isopia folded her wings tightly against her body as she watched the way mother and child interacted. The mother is alone - just like her own mother was. However this thought fails to stir anything with the girl. She doesn't feel sadness or regret or longing. It doesn't matter to her that her own birth was non-standard, or that her life has been mostly solitary.
Instead she just watches and learns.
Isopia
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.
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[O] second chances, new beginnings [birth]
