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06-05-2017, 03:03 PM
| Motherhood did not come easily for Isopia. There was no maternal instinct that had swept hold of her heart making her see her children more tenderly or allowing her to love them more fully. Nothing had changed, save for the fact that her sides were beginning to deflate. And so, the demigoddess found herself having to force her face to remain free of any expressions that might give away how annoyed she felt at being interrupted, even though she was just considering how alone she felt here. "I suppose you're right. I didn't even think of it." Turning, the Mountain eyed her daughter blandly. "My preference is to be called Isopia. Or The Mountain that Knows." Her slender shoulders rose and fell in a shrug, indicating that she didn't particularly care which. Her name had been spoken so freely from so many pairs of lips that she had lost track. It all started with her Father, but she supposed there was no real point in keeping up the pretence of secrecy anymore. The cat was out of the bag, as it were. From the sand, Hubris looked up with a bright toothy grin. He waved happily at the child, bounding over and trilling a happy hello. Babel was out fishing; scouring the ocean waves and periodically diving down into the depths to try and catch fish. Isopia
Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.
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