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12-24-2015, 05:42 PM
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Isopia
things that don't make sense are always a little deceiving It is hard to miss the migration of characters to this one central spot. From her place in the clouds, it almost appeared as though they were like so many ants, marching towards some common objective. Were they moving to carry away some scrap of food? Was there to be another battle? No- her mind supplied. It couldn't be a battle - their pace was far too relaxed. It was simply as though they were being called. Summoned. And although Isopia did not like to be summoned anywhere, she had not felt anything. Had felt no stirring in her bones, no pulling in her limbs or her soul, guiding her towards this place. She felt only the slow regularities of her system - her heart beating, air flowing in and out of her lungs, and her stomach rumbling. Who was calling, such that she had been excluded? Gliding lower, the demi-goddess and the bronze dragon flew swiftly over those still journeying forward. From her birds-eye view the location where they were all gathering seemed to be clear - and it appeared to be just a tree. With a narrowed speculative golden gaze, the girl descended. She spied a few that she knew - Volterra among them. Her lips pressed tightly together and her gaze lifted and shifted, and in her mind she pretended that she hadn't seen him at all. That was possible after all - there were so many, and with a turtle with bells to look at, why would she focus on the mammoth stallion? Well. We all know why. And that's why she was ignoring the sight of him. But, a turtle with bells was quite the sight to behold. |
