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06-08-2017, 10:47 AM
Isopia
It was pouring, and because Orangemoon was now more than halfway over the balmy spring temperatures were beginning to slide downwards, hinting at what would surely be a chilly Frostfall.
Isopia's cloak was soaking wet, and the demi-goddess wasn't sure why she didn't just leave it at home. Oh well, it was far too late to consider going back. The Riptide isles might be the closest area to the Throat, but given that Otem couldn't fly yet, the journey had taken longer than was strictly necessary. Still, the Mountain felt compelled to show her daughter the world and although she had negligible amounts of motherly instinct, she knew enough to want to keep her children safe. So if they were going to explore, better they do it under her supervision.
"Well. Downpour is certainly a type of rain." The Mountain mutters under her breath, looking towards Otem to see how her child is fairing in this miserable weather.
Isopia's cloak was soaking wet, and the demi-goddess wasn't sure why she didn't just leave it at home. Oh well, it was far too late to consider going back. The Riptide isles might be the closest area to the Throat, but given that Otem couldn't fly yet, the journey had taken longer than was strictly necessary. Still, the Mountain felt compelled to show her daughter the world and although she had negligible amounts of motherly instinct, she knew enough to want to keep her children safe. So if they were going to explore, better they do it under her supervision.
"Well. Downpour is certainly a type of rain." The Mountain mutters under her breath, looking towards Otem to see how her child is fairing in this miserable weather.
