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.
isopia
in places deep with roots entwined
i live among you, well disguised
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