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10-18-2016, 11:51 AM
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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 Isopia turned slightly, not wanting to remove her amber gaze entirely from the creature, as @Tyrath addressed her. "Hello grandchild of the sun." She said, her voice a hair softer than it normally was, which for Isopia was nearly the equivalent of a wide aural smile. She liked the death-masked boy, and the hollow-ness that he had brought her before, when memories of Volterra still flooded her mind, had been filled. No longer did she have any thoughts regarding his lineage, and so his presence beside her was nothing other than a welcome interruption. He was a clever boy, and she liked that. Hubris whistled his approval, waving at the child happily. The demigoddess dipped her head as he departed from her, her stare returning to the newly arrived creature. Ahead, she could hear Zero babbling on and on, and again a smile wanted to touch her lips. But a healthy dose of skepticism kept them planted firmly together as she listened to what Kisamoa had to say. Help him? Water God? Her Father had never mentioned him before .. but nor had he ever mentioned the multitude of minions that constantly aided him in his tasks. Was this really so strange? As her Father's daughter, she assumed she should probably say something. To advocate for this creature's purpose here, to show her support, but instead she merely remained silent. Isopia didn't like being told what to do, even when it was phrased as a question. |
