Miles and miles to go before we sleep

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Miles and miles to go before we sleep

Isopia the Mountain That Knows Posts: 780

Dragon's Throat Apostle atk: 6.5 | def: 10 | dam: 8.0

Mare :: Tribrid :: 18hh :: 3 - is now aging slowly HP: 90 | Buff: NUMB

Hubris :: Royal Bronze Dragon :: Shock Breath & Frost Breath & Babel :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath Odd

09-09-2016, 12:56 PM

Isopia
sed quis custodiet ipsos custodes?

If another was in her situation, they might have bristled at the Earth's call. After all, was Isopia not his actual child? Should that title not be set aside for her, rather than for the careless and countless others who had merely walked these lands? Come my children - Yes, but you only have one child. But of course, it wasn't another in Isopia's situation, it was she; The Mountain That Knows.

Isopia and Hubris moved easily through the spare foliage. The fires of Tallsun had removed much of the undergrowth and it now made the deer trails much more easy to navigate. Isopia actually much preferred the more dense feeling that the Falls had a few seasons prior, but she knew that the burning was good for the Falls. Sometimes the dead weight needed to be shed, and often a blazing but brief inferno was the best path to take. The gardener did not grieve because the trees needed to be pruned, but instead used the sharpest scissors possible to expedite the process.

The demigoddess's large golden eyes surveyed the two who had already arrived. One was the inquisitive child she had met earlier, and though Isopia did not smile at her presence, she did bob her quad-horned skull in greeting. Silently, Isopia moved to stand beneath an elm whose boughs had been sparred by the fires. Hubris trilled a bright hello to the Earth God before settling himself on Isopia's back. His claws grabbed at the red cape that billowed against her sides. As she stood, moss and vines and grasses began to weave themselves up her legs, literally rooting her in place as she waited for her Father to continue speaking.

She had not seen her Father since he encountered her with her newly buried child in her small glade. Already those moments had distanced themselves from her mind, neatly fitting into a dark and unmarked box in the vast storage of her thoughts. It had happened, and while she would never fully move on from it, she had learned from it.