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02-09-2015, 09:51 PM
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Isopia The devil is not as black as he is painted. If you know your name, then you know your name. The girl's golden gaze tightened as she contemplated the words. She was immediately tempted to discard her new ally's statement as merely tautologous, and thus providing no substantive information but ... she paused. Maybe it wasn't. She currently didn't know her name, but that didn't necessarily mean she didn't have one. If, once you know your name then you know it well .. You would then know that you know. Currently she didn't know, though. Did she merely have to introspect? Is that what Aithniel had done? Had she looked within herself with enough scrutiny as to discover her own identity? The girl's eyes widened at this conclusion, and a curious feeling of respect blossomed in her tiny chest. Such an ability was surely one to be coveted. Would she too one day have such an ability? Would she learn who she was? What she was called? "You must be very wise-" She began, although her words were cut off by a flurry of brown and sarcasm. Behind her came another girl, perhaps not importantly older than herself. Her words were crass and loud, but the demi-child was intrigued. What would cause her to be so bold? So rude? Instinctively, her dark hooves pulled her back as the tree before which she stood erupted with the force of Shida's explosion. Her mouth gaped open, as harsh golden eyes fell to the filly who was already snickering and departing."It wasn't its time!" She cried breathlessly, her muzzle lowering as her eyes scanned the broken roots of the tree. As Aithniel came to her defense, the perceived feeling that a wrong had been done here increased inside of her. Only the wrong that she was concerned about was the one done to the tree, not to herself. She cared little about the girl's words, only her actions. And her actions seemed unjust. The girl was about to respond to Aithniel's comments about bullies, as another girl-child raced towards them. This new arrival bore a skull marking even more elaborate than her own, and for a moment intrigue once again blossomed in her eyes. Though the creature spoken quickly, and departed immediately after. What was the point of asserting something if you weren't going to stick around to hear a response? Especially when the assertion was incorrect? Her Father had not said that they should help one another. He had said merely that they warn. Perhaps a warning was a certain type of helping, but it wasn't the case that any sort of helping would satisfy his requirements. For instance, should the girl stop and try to rebuild this tree, she would be helping, but still disobeying her Father. She snorted, looking back to Aithniel as the skull-marked girl and her dragon departed. Her mouth opened slightly, a look of ever widening confusion dawning on her oddly marked face. "What?!" She asked rather comically, shaking her quad-horned skull. "Does no one around here make any sense other than you?" |
