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07-15-2016, 12:33 PM
ISOPIA
And we came forth to contemplate the stars
And we came forth to contemplate the stars
Isopia’s ears perked forward and she raised her head from where she had been grazing at the sound of an approaching voice. At first all she heard was a tuneless sort of muffled racket and wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Hubris on the other hand chuckled into her mind and indicated that the ‘racket’ was in fact singing. And the singing was getting louder.
Isopia folded her wings against her sides, causing the cape that sat on her shoulders to flutter slightly. Singing? Why? Given that the girl rarely did anything for pleasure, it didn’t occur to her that Ovidius might just be singing just because, and regardless of how well it was she carried a tune. In response, Hubris only whistled a low disapproving (though amused) note and shook his scaled head.
Quickly the petite mare came into view, and Iso’s quad-horned skull tilted slightly as she tried to determine whether she was seeing a growing child or a small adult. It didn’t really matter, of course, but her mind was a constant wheel of questions and corresponding answers. Small, she concluded as the golden mare neared. The height difference between the two was laughable, but of course, Isopia didn’t laugh. Her wide golden eyes watched as the mare approached, quad-horned skull tilting slightly to follow the course of her movements.
She going to talk to you, Hubris chuckled into her mind. In response, Isopia’s tail snapped against her hocks as if brushing away a troublesome fly. Isopia’s passive magic – one that made her body slowly take on the appearance of her surroundings beginning with her hooves and working its way up – began to turn her legs into leg-shaped pillars of various grasses and dirt.
(Sorry, Isopia isn’t the best at starting conversations x.x)
Isopia folded her wings against her sides, causing the cape that sat on her shoulders to flutter slightly. Singing? Why? Given that the girl rarely did anything for pleasure, it didn’t occur to her that Ovidius might just be singing just because, and regardless of how well it was she carried a tune. In response, Hubris only whistled a low disapproving (though amused) note and shook his scaled head.
Quickly the petite mare came into view, and Iso’s quad-horned skull tilted slightly as she tried to determine whether she was seeing a growing child or a small adult. It didn’t really matter, of course, but her mind was a constant wheel of questions and corresponding answers. Small, she concluded as the golden mare neared. The height difference between the two was laughable, but of course, Isopia didn’t laugh. Her wide golden eyes watched as the mare approached, quad-horned skull tilting slightly to follow the course of her movements.
She going to talk to you, Hubris chuckled into her mind. In response, Isopia’s tail snapped against her hocks as if brushing away a troublesome fly. Isopia’s passive magic – one that made her body slowly take on the appearance of her surroundings beginning with her hooves and working its way up – began to turn her legs into leg-shaped pillars of various grasses and dirt.
(Sorry, Isopia isn’t the best at starting conversations x.x)
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