Lazily Isopia watched as a good portion of Helovia congregated around her Father's impressive bulk. Some asked questions of him, some offered devotions, and still others seemed entirely disengaged, sarcastic, or even angry. It made her internally curious, as to just what their justifications could be. Mauja for instance (not that she knew his name) seemingly and with obvious tone, wanted to know if there were to be any more murders. How would her Father know that? To the girl's inquiring mind, it seemed that they placed more responsibility upon the Gods, simply because of who they were. Why didn't the mortals know if there were going to be murders? Well because they were just born mortal - there was nothing that they could do. And yet that same blame-shifting mentality did not transfer to the Gods. They had not done anything to be given the gifts and status that they attained, and yet were meant to be the keeper of the answers, and dictators of fate. It was laughable really - like an illusion of an image inside of an image. It was all the same - they were just too small to see it. 

As her Father called her name - in front of everyone, the raven-girl hissed under her breath. They really don't know everything she cursed silently, agreeing with her previous line of reasoning. She wanted to fly away - to claw his broad back with her talons as she did so.  Perhaps she could even dislodge a boulder to fall upon him - ahh, but of course none of those options were viable. Other than likely suicidal, any movement on her part would likely draw more attention to her, and her name having been said. So instead, she merely shuffled her feathers, pretending to simply be interested in what her Father had to say. 

However as he continued, the girl wished she really had departed. 

His praise rolled off of her blackened feathers as water would. It was inconsequential - she had merely done her duty. She does not expect, or appreciate praise for breathing, and to her mind, aiding her godly relatives and doing her part in keeping Helovia safe, is merely another bodily function that she carries out. 

But

This is for you

Her talons tightened slightly on his course black mane, as she dipped her beak forward to watch him present the egg to her. The weight of the responsibility he was offer felt like it had already crushed her - and she silently wondered how she could reject his offering. Her body moved even as her mind fervently tried to find a solution to this damned problem. The raven-girl hopped to the edge of her Father's shoulder and neatly jumped towards the ground, transforming in one elegant movement. Her forelegs touched down even as her raven feathers were disappearing into her long russet tail.  

Wide golden eyes inspected the egg, propped so delicately upon the pedestal of foliage that he had created. Swallowing hard, the girl used her own watery magic to coax the egg from its resting place. The cradle of water glided the egg close to her body, where one of her mis-matched wings raised to gently cup its circumference. "I will care for it." She vowed, which was about as close to a thank-you as she was ever going to give. 

Awkwardly she moved to stand on the outside of the group - wanting to evade any eyes which had fallen upon her during her transition and taking of this 'gift'