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The sound of hooves on the soft mulch of the woods immediately draws Isopia's head up and and over her back. Her quad-horns point in the direction of the sound in time to see a rowdy looking colt run un-perturbed through the underbrush, to tumble at her hooves. Her bright golden gaze watches the distance quickly diminish between his exeburent body and the container that she had created and filled with such care. And yet she doesn't move to block his way or even levitate the container. If he breaks it, then it will break. If he doesn't, then it won't. It matters little to the girl. She knows that if her Father has sent her to complete this task, then he must be watching her. The wheels have already been set in motion, and her success has been already decided. She will complete what he has asked of her, even if it means creating a thousand such vessels. Who is she to stand in the way of fate? To lazily try and avoid doing more work than is required?

But whatever minor concern she might have felt is quickly gone, as her container remains upright and undisturbed.

"Do I look like a bird now?" She replies, the academic and antagonistic cadence of her voice unmistakable. "When you place sticks in water, they appear bent. Square pillars appear rounded from great distances - you see them one way, and yet up close, you realize they are another." Turning to face the youngling, Isopia's death mark face lowered slightly so that he could more easily look into her eyes, as if that's where the answer to his questions was. "So I ask you again - up close - do I look like a bird?" She realized having wings likely wasn't aiding her cause, and yet she assumed the even though the tan colt before her appeared young, she hoped he wasn't stupid. That would make for a very boring interruption.

"No, no one ever told me that." She replied carelessly - although it was true. No one had ever said anything of the sort, likely because it was just absurd. "Then again, I'm only 1/3 equine, so maybe that's why." She finished, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Then .. the weirdest feeling slowly began to seep with a cool force into the back of her mind. This ... this was familiar. Her thoughts raced and retraced, finally arriving at the source of the feeling. It was melancholy, and it was tainted with sadness. She had been here before, weaving her magic in a similar way. It was then that she had met Zero - when her body was only slightly larger than Zsoka's, and Zero's was smaller. He had the same know-it-all lilt to his voice and inquiring mind. Zero had been her first real friend, and together they had stalked off and found whales. So much more seemed possible in those carefree moments and afternoons, and yet they weren't even that far in the past. But now? Now there was a great barrier in Isopia's mind, a hesitance and annoyance at being called away from her tasks. Even if the small creature before her were to suggest searching for magic, or whales, or anything else, she would likely decline.

When had her adult-like body invaded her mind, and told her that she had more important things to do. Snorting, she tossed her skull slightly, as if physically shaking the thoughts from her mind.