Some might find Isorath’s nature to be condescending or even repugnant. Erasvet finds that bitterness to only make them all the more fascinating. The Sundancer is still held in the grips of childlike wonder with the world. She often ponders what has turned Isorath so bitter, so sour towards the universe and its inhabitants. That insatiable need for knowledge may have been what drove her to them in the first place, or it could be the mere need for companionship. Together they can pass the hours of travel with occasional chatter. Until their paths crossed the nights had been quite dense with loneliness. Erasvet a waits the onslaught of sarcasm and it comes as no surprise as Isorath opens their mouth to speak and it pours out. As usual, she decides to play along with it.

“Actually it is that particular stump to your left,” Erasvet says as she gestures towards it with her head. “It looks a tad bit too similar to one that we passed roughly fifteen minutes ago.” Her head briefly lifts upwards to gaze towards the sky, golden eyes squinting a bit before turning her head back to Isorath. When he speaks again her head tilts and for a long moment she thinks over his words, contemplate the practicality of it until finally she shakes her head. “If a tortoise is meant to fly then it would be created with wings,” she says, “just as if a bird was meant to swim as a fish does it’d have gills.” It is when the others start to arrive that Erasvet falls back into a place of silence. Both ears prick forward and she stares at the strange female that emerges. Part of her feels it is too convenient someone miraculously appears when they are lost.. Still her mind fixates on one word, a name, Helovia. So this place they’ve stumbled into has a name, she thinks to herself until another emerges from the forest.

“Looks like we have a welcoming committee,” Erasvet whispers to Isorath, not particularly caring whether the others hear them or not, because it all seems too peculiar that they flock to strangers in droves. Still, the second arrival gawks at them and she cannot help but find it amusing. The sundancer can only assume it’s Isorath that the others find impressive, with their scales and impressive wings. Her own focus shifts to the lion, sitting delicately. Is it a pet? Why would one tote around such a creature? She thinks and tries to fathom what precisely the creature is.  

“It is a pleasure to meet all of you,” Erasvet says at last. “I am Erasvet and my companion is Isorath.” She decides to not let them decide whether they will offer their name or not. These individuals with their pets may know the way out of this “Helovia”. When the third arrives, not offering any form of cordial greeting but merely an ominous warning she tilts her head “I do not believe either of us seek to devote ourselves to a cause. We merely wish to find a path from this place as we have been lost for some time. I presume you all are familiar with this…. Helovia.”  She glances between the triad of equines, falling quiet to wait and see what they might offer them.  


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