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10-08-2016, 01:08 PM
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Isopia Does your imagination try to make you what you wanted to be? Because I'm sorry I do what I did, but it came naturally The sheer size of the gathered crowd was what had initially caught Isopia's attention. She and Hubris frequented these isles more than any other land - for it was her Father who had heralded them into this world, and because of that, she felt no small amount of obligation to ensure that they thrived in his absence. So, as more and more appeared on one of the closer isles, Isopia took note. And despite her lack of love for crowds, she glided lower. Her red cape billowed out behind her, and as Orangemoon painted the world in bright oranges and yellows, so too did the leaves on her pauldron change colour to reflect the change in season. The big mare landed a few meters away from the outside of the circle of horses, her quad horned skull poised towards where the new commer stood, addressing them. She hadn't heard much of his introduction, but there were still a few around her offering greetings. So he had wanted to meet them, did he? A sceptical hardness fell over her death-marked facial features, as she found an occupied place within the group. Her golden eyes fell briefly upon Zero, and she suppressed the smile that wanted to form on her lips. He must be loving this, she quietly thought. There were a few others that she recognized (though as her eyes passed over Volterra, there wasn't even a hint of recognition for him, much less anger or hatred. Those memories were long gone now), but her mind was singularly focused upon the new commer. Had they all so quickly forgot what had happened the last time someone just appeared in their midst? Especially in one of the newer lands? Was their collective memory so short that they would greet this political alien with a warm welcome and open arms? Silently Isopia allowed this judgement to cascade off of her, instead choosing to merely observe what would come next, ready to intervene should that become necessary. Iso lands and just observes! |
