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Her would-be twin says nothing about her philosophical musings, and that interests the girl more than any reply she might have made. Do you understand what I mean? The thought is foreign. No one understands her. Not her Father, not Volterra with whom she's spent an abundant amount of her time, not even Zero. They all see snippets of her, and think that they can extrapolate to the whole of who she is. But they are wrong. Their fractured view is just that. A kaleidoscope of misinformation.
"There is one per herd - though each call them something different. For the Edge, the position is a Seer, I believe. The Throat has an Oracle, and the Basin, a Haruspex. Though the position is the same. We commune with the Gods assigned to each herd." She offered, her voice academic and sterile as she fleshed out her answer. "If they offer information that is of use, it is passed on to the leads. The usefulness of this position is largely exaggerated, I believe. The Gods rarely have anything of use to say, and when they do speak, their words are twisted in false prophecies. They are not infallible or omnipotent, but many treat them as such." Isopia shrugged her large shoulders, indicating her disinterest and distance from this view. After all, the position was hers by lineage, rather than any real suitability.
On her withers, Hubris scrunched and dropped, scrunched and dropped, the red fabric that hung around Iso's neck. His earthen eyes were trained on the black dragon, though even in his youth he acknowledged that it would be rude to pull the conversation away from Isopia and Nymeria. Still, he wanted to.
"But the position is sufficiently high in the herd as to warrant a certain amount of power - power enough to discuss the herd and how it is you can become one of us, if that is what you want." Pausing, Isopia asked the girl something that had been rolling around on her tongue. Something which might shed light and instigate insight onto the assumptions she was silently making. "Why would you want to join this herd?" The question was not meant to be some patriotic speech or test of loyalties, although it might have sounded like it. Isopia had never seen much reason to be here, to enjoy the Falls. Oh sure, she had her hidden hut and new the grounds well enough to be able to be left alone for the majority of the time. Strategically, it also seemed that she could one day overthrow Archibald or Kaj (with Volterra?) should the urge and moment ever rise.
But those were her reasons.
What were Nym's?
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