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01-01-2017, 02:54 PM
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Isopia in places deep with roots entwined i live among you, well disguised "I hadn't given it much thought." Isopia replied with a non-committal shrug. Unlike other leaders, Isopia did not feel the need to give the pretense that she knew what the herd ought to do in all situations. Especially after her Father had denied them their herd quest, Isopia was happy to fall into the same rhythm of uncertainty that many in the herd found themselves in. "I would speak with Zero." She added, her lips twitching into the smallest semblance of a smile as she spoke her friend's name. "He will have plans, of that I am sure. If the Earth God wants us to better know each other, then I am sure it is not the product of our efforts that he is concerned with, but the process. Whatever it is you decide to do, so long as your aim is to better the herd, you shall be successful, regardless of your output." Having had it mentioned, Isopia did wonder what it was that the crafters were up to. When she had crafting magic herself, she'd never bothered to help them, but always used the magic for her own plans. They'd been working on ... a jail cell at one point? Though Isopia couldn't understand why. Hadn't there also been talk of a green house? Or some other growing-related device? She couldn't recall. @Syrena |
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