Her golden-cast eyes turn downwards as a gob of fluid leaves the child's lips and lands precariously near both her and her container. Her large eyes blink as she looks at the way the sunlight filters through the trees and onto the spit, and, just before he covers it haphazardly with dirt, she wonders if her magic could make it move. As it disappears, the thoughts disintegrate in her mind. Bodily functions, whether directed or not, were boring.

You're weird

Her dark ears flicker to catch the sound of his voice. As her mind comprehends his statement - and presumably its intended reaction, she sighs. Suddenly she realizes just how memorable and remarkable Zero had been at this age - his mind had been a giant vat of questions and insight and intrigue. This creature seemed suddenly so base and primitive. So naively sure of himself. He thought she was weird? He didn't even have the first idea. His judgement was boring and baseless, and not even worth dignifying with a shrug.

As his stance shifted and he began to relieve himself, still the mare remained still. Her hooves had already begun to re-immerse themselves into the soft soil and nettles of the ground. And so as his stream of urine darted and ebbed across the ground to her hooves and her container, she stood undaunted. Bodily functions after all, were boring.

The mulch around her hooves and the magical facade covering her hooves darkened with his efforts, as did the lower half of her container. Her gaze followed the stream with interest as she peered into her vessel, wondering if her magic had done a good enough job of constructing it. If it hadn't, urine would invade the pristine waters and she would have to start again. As his golden stream began to ebb due to his bladder emptying, Isopia used her magic to remove the top of the container. All appeared well inside - the liquid was clear and hadn't been diluted.

The earthen-child smiled, causing her skull-markings to crease up her face as the boy muttered that he didn't like her very much. Isopia merely continued to smile, un-bothered once more by his judgement of her. Water from the pool suddenly formed into the shape of the colt - though given its watery composition it could have been any colt, really. But, Isopia had intended it to be in his likeness. She found it fitting. The water-y facsimile danced forward until it hovered over the drying-stream Zsoka had created, and suddenly rained down, washing away the acrid scent.

"You are nothing. " She responded, her words vague and prophetic. "And I am nothing. What does it matter if you don't like me?" Normally Isopia wouldn't have said anything at all in response to the youngster, but, given his outbursts - both verbal and body-related - she judged that he wasn't even worth pretending to be pleasant around.