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11-01-2015, 11:13 AM
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Isopia
[Joining with Jen's permission. feel free to post around Iso, who is just watching.] Perhaps it was the weight of her new-found obligation that drew her to the strained and pained cries of another. Perhaps it was some horrific foreshadowing. Perhaps it was simply her disconnected and unsympathetic academic interest, but from Isopia's place in the tree, she watched. Her own soon-to-be companion lay nestled in a circle of stone with a few of her feathers scattered about. The raven-girl was about to depart, but Knox's cries and Archibald's presence drew down her cold golden gaze. She wasn't quite sure what it was she was seeing - wasn't entirely aware of why the air reverberated with weighty sadness. Isopia knew from Ampere's many lectures, that companions were tethered to their bonded via the soul. Although the girl contemplated death often, never before had she considered that a part of the soul could die, while the husk lingered. Her eyes cascaded over the unknown stallion - for she had never seen Knox before as he truly was - and she tried to discern what part of him had died with the black and life-faded canine. Was it an important part? Or just an emotional one? What were the ramifications? Could the life-tear be healed? Hesitantly she looked towards the green and bronze egg at her side, studying it with her golden raven-eyes. Would such a fate befall her? Would this small and yet-unknown creature have the power to mortally wound her soul, just through an act of carelessness? That her soul was so contingently fixed to another seemed dark and horrifying. Pulling her gaze back below, she watched distractedly. She assumed some sort of non-verbal communication was taking place - Loretta inching forward, Archibald standing like a sentinel - but of course her emotionally stunted mind couldn't fathom what was being communicated. |
