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06-07-2017, 01:09 PM
I S O P I A
The Goddess appears, and as she references a private conversation Isopia had had with Volterra, the demigoddess silently wonders just how many of her private conversations her aunt (and the rest of the Gods) have been privy to. Just because she is related to them doesn't make her life any more interesting than most of Helovia's ... so why would her aunt bother listening? Her Father had also known about her pregnancy before she had said anything, and although she had been showing at the time, he didn't seem overly surprised...
How much did they see?
Unsure of how to respond to the Moon's comments, Isopia merely nods. Though it was never her place to name her successor, she is pleased that it will indeed be Yael. The golden mare seems to have the most appetite and the widest array of skills necessary for the job. She notices that no one else really speaks, which Isopia supposes makes sense. Yael is the only one with anything worth saying, and she says it.
Uncomfortably, Isopia clears her throat slightly, nodding towards the others assembled. Her eyes seek out Amaris who is uncharacteristically silent, or so Isopia thinks at least. "The Throat isn't far." She whispers towards the dragon-mare as well as Alysanne as she moves away from the group.
Although the Edge still feels like her home, it is not where she'll be bedding down tonight. Tonight, she goes to the Throat.
Coded by Space!
