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11-12-2016, 04:15 PM
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Isopia Me, longing to be free, I won't let you fade away We, shed so many dreams, I'll let them fade away Isopia seemed to take no pride in Sohalia's compliment of her work, despite the fact that her quad-horned skull dipped slightly in acknowledgement. Lovely or not, all it was now was a pile of rocks with an aesthetic appeal. With its purpose and thus its usefulness lost, it seemed incoherent to call it lovely. It was just a pile of rocks, placed in a certain way, fused together by magic. What was lovely about that? But she said nothing. Sohalia's question drew her eyes up somewhat, and they slivered for just a second as the Mountain considered her words. If this was truly now just an unused relic, surely revealing its purpose couldn't be harmful? She hadn't heard heads or tails of the Whatch for seasons now, and though she had seen Thunderhead in passing, all of the urgency that had once surrounded the group seemed to be gone. And yet...perhaps it was still because she carried the blade Thunderhead had given to her, or perhaps it was simply due to the proximity of the statue, but Isopia decided to keep this secret a while longer. "It was for those who needed it." She answered simply, exhaling gently as she continued to wonder if there was anyone left in that category. Deciding that she should at least be polite, given that if the mare wanted to label her a trespasser, she wouldn't be entirely incorrect, Isopia tried her hand at small talk. With a smirk, Hubris brightened and listened eagerly. This was sure to be good. "If you are an artisan here ... that means you craft with metal?" It was a genuine question. Isopia thought she was correct, but in actuality she knew very little of the Dragon's Throat herd. "What is .. that like?" |
@Sohalia PFFT stupid thread.
