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.