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06-21-2015, 12:40 PM
Isopia
Isopia could hear the faint hoof-falls on the stone, but thought little of it. The girl had never known fear or self-directed malice before. She had never felt the tingling sensation of worry or anxiety as it worked up her spine, had never felt her loins grow cold suddenly with nervousness. She had no reason to believe that there was reason to fear any of the pain she might feel in this life, for it was inevitable. Why run? Why be afraid?
And so she completely ignored the sound of Gull approaching. In fact, she didn't even really lift her golden gaze when he came into view. Instead, she continued on methodically inspecting the crystal.
Who's there?
"I am." She responded simply, and unhelpfully. Her rock-dragon floated forward still clutching the necklace. Like some sort of ungodly chandelier it floating directly above Isopia, lighting the area around her with an eerie warmth. Her skull-marked face was entirely impassive and emotionless. Silently she wondered if the owner of the voice had been destroying the eco-systems down here. If so, that would give her a reason to continue the conversation which was inevitably going to happen. But if not, the demi-child (who was really no longer a child) had much better things to do. Still, she had been trying to put on a facade of normalcy - of being patient, of answering questions with answers which were expected of her. It was difficult and taxing, but the earthen-girl had found that it was much easier to get others to leave her alone if she merely acted busy, but normal, rather than just herself. So she waited.
@[Gull]
And so she completely ignored the sound of Gull approaching. In fact, she didn't even really lift her golden gaze when he came into view. Instead, she continued on methodically inspecting the crystal.
Who's there?
"I am." She responded simply, and unhelpfully. Her rock-dragon floated forward still clutching the necklace. Like some sort of ungodly chandelier it floating directly above Isopia, lighting the area around her with an eerie warmth. Her skull-marked face was entirely impassive and emotionless. Silently she wondered if the owner of the voice had been destroying the eco-systems down here. If so, that would give her a reason to continue the conversation which was inevitably going to happen. But if not, the demi-child (who was really no longer a child) had much better things to do. Still, she had been trying to put on a facade of normalcy - of being patient, of answering questions with answers which were expected of her. It was difficult and taxing, but the earthen-girl had found that it was much easier to get others to leave her alone if she merely acted busy, but normal, rather than just herself. So she waited.
@[Gull]
