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11-12-2016, 04:21 PM
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Isopia in places deep with roots entwined i live among you, well disguised Indeed Isopia was in her raven form. She was perched in a tree, nestled next to Hubris for warmth. Frostfall had come upon them faster than she would have thought. Ice had taken to their jungle world like sand to a wet body. It coated everything, and while the world before her glistened as if encased in crystal, it also permeated a cold right down to her bones. With pale, golden eyes, Isopia watched as Syrena began to approach from below. Though she would have preferred to stay hidden, she couldn't help but follow the wisdom and the path that her Father had laid out for her; had laid out for all of them. "If any try to take the gift that Kisamoa gave to you, let me know. And if you feel eyes upon you when you try to sleep, let me know that as well. Such a precious gift will not go unnoticed." Would it surprise her, if after her entire ordeal with the Edge, someone tried to press her policies regarding theft? No it wouldn't. Regardless of that drama, what she had just said was still true. A weed which would let its holder breathe underwater? No matter how terrible the stuff tasted, that sort of power was rare in Helovia. It would indeed be coveted by many who did not receive such a gift. @Syrena |
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