Midnight seemed appropriate. When she was the Storyteller for the Falls it didn't seem to matter when she called to her Father. Perhaps that was because there was no time of day associated with the earth, as there was with the moon, or perhaps it was simply because he was her father. Then again, the Moon was her aunt.

Still, midnight seemed to work.

Mists swirled around Isopia as she moved like a ghost through the darkness. Hubris and Babel followed, their talons making clacking sounds that were much more quiet than Isopia's hooves, but she could still discern them from the other sounds. Coming to halt near the end of one of the cliffs, Isopia looked down to the black waters below, breathing in the salty spray that coated the air. Glancing over her shoulder, Isopia wondered if someone would join her. Most liked to be the presence of the Goddess, and in all her time as a Storyteller before, she'd never had a summons that was solitary.

But they weren't her concern. Kaos was.

"Goddess." Isopia breathed silently into the night, knowing that she did not need to shout, or stamp, or do much of anything to get the attention of the ever-watchful lavender lady.

Isopia wasn't surprised to see Yael turn up. She and the mare had an odd habit of constantly finding one another in a variety of different situations. And, as quite the inquisitive personality with a connection to all that was magical and godly, Yael's presence here seemed obvious.

The demi-goddess was struck once again by how beautifully the mare spoke, and for a moment she allowed her mind to sink into the cadence of the words, not directly interacting with them, merely enjoying them. Then, after a second or two, her lips twitched and something in her golden gaze dimmed somewhat, as she understood what Yael was saying. "I ... don't think it works like that." She mumbled, almost sounding uncomfortable with the idea that there were those beneath her. "Unlike the other ranks, I think ours is on a much more equal level. Our duties come from the Gods themselves and the needs of the herd, rather than the desires and demands of whoever holds the highest rank." Her large shoulders shrugged. In truth, it was one of the things she liked best about this type of rank within the herds. It was the most equal, as far as she could see. There was no real competition, no mundane tasks or fighting...they simply taught and told and learned.

It is the memories that Hubris has given back to her that makes her body feel as though it should react to Yael's comment that she will be spending time in the Throat. Given what has transpired, Isopia should feel jealous or anxious, or at least slightly worried. Volterra beds anything that moves and looks his way afer all, and, if Isopia had any lust or desire for sexual exploits left, she'd consider Yael and extremely suitable and worthy sexual partner. Surely Volterra would as well. But Isopia felt none of those things, her mind merely suggested that, given what had transpired between she and Volterra, such thoughts would be justified.

"I have been to the Throat on more than a few occasions. It is very different from the Edge, but not an inhospitable place to live. Especially in the winter. Their diviner Maren is quite knowledgeable, and since you have wings, coming and going won't be a problem. They are an island, as I'm sure you know."

As Yael inquires about what it is Isopia plans on palavering with the Moon Goddess about, she takes a breath, considering her words. Part of her mentally chuckles at the inquiry. After all, it strikes Isopia as rather bizarre that she's obligated to both summon the Goddess an appropriate number of times throughout each season so as to be considered to be fulfilling her duty and to always have something important or insightful to speak with her about.

Perhaps that's why Helovia is always in such a state of cosmic disarray: to give the diviners of the land something to talk to the Gods about.

"We've spoken with her about Kaos..but no one has asked the truly important question. The Goddess is fair from stupid or ignorant. Knowing that, the fact that she appeared on the beach and actually seemed to help Kaos seems extremely telling. She has not told us to fight him, or even that he is a threat, has she?" The girl paused, looking over the cliffs once again, and then turning back to Yael. "Certainly she knows more than she is letting on. I plan on asking if there is anything she'd like to share."

The fact that for a moment the three dragon-mares stood side by side gave Isopia the strangest feeling of belonging. Amaris was the only one who currently looked like a dragon, but given Yael and Isopia's own abilities to become one, their trio seemed well-suited to belong to the same rank. Or at least so it momentarily seemed to Isopia. "Hello again." Isopia offered with a nod towards Amaris.

"Perhaps the Goddess will enlighten us on that account." The Mountain replied to Yael with a stern stare. It didn't reassure her that the God of the Spark appeared weary or that nothing had come from the search of the new reef. If anything, it added to the uncertainty that seemed to cover everything.

Two more arrived, introducing themselves as Ingrid and Akumi. For a moment the demi-goddess was taken aback at home many philosophers there were. Back in the Falls, only Syrena had showed any interest in learning how to be a story-teller. Was it something about the Edge that drew these souls to this rank? Or something about the Goddess?

"I am called The Mountain that Knows." Isopia offered by way of greeting, withholding her real name as she was still want to do. Many new it by now, but she preferred to use her monicker when possible. "I am the Edge's Seer. We are gathered here in hopes of speaking with the Goddess. You may join us, if you wish."

Isopia's two dragons, Hubris and Babel, eyed the newcommers with opposing stares. Hubris trilled a bright and welcoming greeting, his bronzey face an open grin of joy, whereas Babel's black eyes were unreadable as the ocean, and just as mysterious.

More joined them, one introducing herself as Raeden, and Isopia could feel the clutches of claustrophobia slowly stroking her throat. She knew that this was going to happen - the appearance of the Goddess was not normally the type of thing to be ignored, especially by those in her herd, but there were so many of them suddenly.

Isopia swallowed and nodded in Raeden's direction, welcoming her to the small gathering that was now one-body larger.

As the Goddess appeared, Isopia regarded her petite aunt with look of familial comfort. It wasn't only because of her godly blood that the Mountain was not intimidated by the lilac deity, but because the lavender lady had been around for so much of Isopia's life already, that feeling uncomfortable now would have been strange. Briefly Isopia considered calling the Goddess aunt, but then decided against it. She was here in her capacity as Seer, as the Goddess had already acknowledged. Not as the Goddess' niece.

"Of course." Isopia began, assuming that the Goddess had expected nothing less of her. The demigoddess was nothing if not diligent in her obligations. And, having been promoted seemingly randomly before most of the herd, had she failed in her tasks everyone would have been aware of it.

"I would like to know if you have any expectations of us with regard to Kaos." Isopia began, her voice clear and calm in the moonlight. "You appeared on the beach and aided Kaos in creating the glass mosaic and tunnel." A small smile pulled Isopia's lips back as she recalled this. Her mind wandered to the conversation she had with Volterra when he mentioned that Aithniel had been sent into the Rift to gain information, and the conversation that she had been present for between the Spark and Roskuld. She hadn't needed to have such a conversation with her own Father, knowing already what he thought of the situation,
as well as his lack of direction. "And although my Father judges himself a fool for having been ignorant of Kaos, the same cannot be said of you. You were neither ignorant of him, nor a fool. My Father has abandoned the Falls, the Sun has sent Aithniel away, and the Spark seems uncharacteristically blind to what Kaos motives or intentions are. But what say you?" This last question was asked with an eager and interested tone that spread across Isopia's death-marked face. Her golden eyes widened and her ears perked forward, waiting to see what the Goddess - the most clever of all the Gods in her opinion - would say.

Isopia was sure that the Goddess knew more than she was letting on, and even if she didn't decide to share the full breadth of her knowledge with Isopia or the herd, the demigoddess assumed she would have some guidance for them.

Then again, perhaps not.

Isopia nodded, echoing the Goddess' judgements of her shorter brother. "He didn't seem to offer much of anything when Roskuld and I went to see him." Isopia agreed, thinking that for all of the Spark's long-sightedness, he rarely offered them any sort of guidance that was particularly helpful.

Listening carefully (and feeling a small pang of embarrassment as the Goddess said to use their brains, a trait Isopia thought she did quite well), she strove to commit to memory every single word.

An open mind. A lack of emotions. Clear rationality.

It was precisely what Isopia had been built for, and a smile threatened to part her lips slightly as she nodded her agreement to the Goddess' instructions. "It will of course be as you say, Goddess." Isopia responded, feeilng reassured with just these few words that the Goddess indeed knew what she was doing and offered appropriate guidance. She'd never felt that way with her father - his benevolent and paternalistic manner always made her feel as though he was compensating for something that he didn't want to let her know about. With the Goddess however, she was under no such illusions. That was her charm. Her allure.

"It is with our minds, not our hears, that we shall appraise Kaos." She concluded, quad-horned skull nodding.