Another academic shrug from the demi-goddess. "Most of us will end up in the earth at some point-" She began, careful not to exclude the possibility of being evaporated or burned to a crisp in death. Isopia, despite her godly appearance, wealth of magic and gifts in life, still hadn't grasped the notion that perhaps not everything which was uttered imprecisely needed to be corrected. The amendment rolled of Isopia's tongue as naturally and unconsciously as her breathing. "I only meant that there was no need to hasten it."

If I may ask, friend…

Isopia's features remain the same, but inside she wilts slightly. Don't do that.. She silently admonishes. Wasn't everything going perfectly well? What was the purpose of ascribing a label to their relationship? And were they evenly properly friends? Isopia's interior bristling continued. She didn't want the obligation of friendship, but already she felt as though its tether had been placed around her neck. She thought back to her youth - to Alysanne - who said  that she made friends with almost everyone. Isopia had asked her then if she really had the jurisdiction to go around forging relationships on those who didn't want them ... and Aly had said that friendships did not need to be reciprocal.

But if they did not ... why not leave it unsaid?

Isopia shifted her weight, and as she did so, the bits of grass that had begun weaving their way up her forelegs fell off.

"It's pointless." She answered flatly, though there was some humour in her golden gaze. Surely Archibald and Kaj, and very likely her Father as well, did not feel the same. "The God's rarely have a much better idea of what is going on than we do." This had been confirmed in her mind on more than one occasion. Hadn't she and Mesec decided that the demi-gods were merely the by-product of sexual need? Isopia certainly didn't believe that it was balance anymore. "My position consists of summoning the God of the Earth, having that meeting interrupted by Archibald or Kaj - or whoever is around who feels compelled by the prestige of standing before a God, and then there's a lot of pointless chatter. Queries about the future go entirely unanswered in any meaningful way, sometimes there's praise for how the herd is doing, sometimes commentary about what could be done better." A gentle scowl had worked its way onto Isopia's death-marked features as she spoke.

Clearly, she was not impressed wither her job description.

"It is through forced obligation that I keep this position." She concluded mildly with another academic shrug of her large shoulders. "But I wouldn't wish this task on anyone. Besides, you needn't hold this position to speak to the Gods." She thought of the other Gods - her family, in all actuality - with something like distant contempt, save for the Goddess. Of all, it was the murderer of so many, the one who had truly heralded Isopia into this world, who held her respect.

"And you? Were you given a job by Knox?" She mused with half interest, realizing that she didn't know.