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Isopia in places deep with roots entwined i live among you, well disguised Isopia, to the best of her knowledge, has never sang before. It isn't because she doesn't like singing or does like to sing, she's just bizarrely self conscious about it. Truthfully, she is a bit pitchy at times, but her voice isn't entirely unpleasant, and for the most part she can get a melody more or less correct. But of course for someone with the leader title of about knowing things, being more or less correct simply does cut it. It's perfection or bust for the demi-goddess, and so she keeps her singing inside of her head. So she finds it rather startling not only to hear a melody at this silent hour of midnight, but that it is singing at all. It didn't occur to the Mountain to regard Amaris' singing as beautiful or not, or to consider any sort of criticism of it, for that might lead to questions of, can you do better? And so she distanced the melody from her academic mind. Turning away from contemplating the darkness (which partially breaks her magic's hold over her body, causing bits of stone to tumble away from her neck), she sees Amaris moving like a wraith through the moonlight. Below, Hubris and Babel also give a cursory hello to Dramyrth (though Hubris's greeting is far more cheerful than Babel's is), and they continue on their way. "I wasn't sleeping." Isopia replied, turning fully around to look upon Amaris now, causing a great deal of rubble to tumble away from her body, like a model breaking through the clay. Immediately her golden eyes fell upon the draconic spirits who appeared to be accompanying Amaris, both in song and in physical relation. "Are they...alive?" Isopia asked, clearly curious now, as she scrutinized the ethereal appearance of the creatures alongside the dragon-mare. |
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