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It doesn't often occur to him that the Earth God has control over water as well as earth. He supposes this other element is somewhat overshadowed by the raw power and splendour of earth, with its multitude of possibilities and monstrous physical appeal. What can really be done with water? Isopia's idea isn't one Volterra would personally have chosen - it's not offensive enough for his liking, not something that would aid his quest to become the greatest warrior ever to exist - but he does pick up on the fact that it implies a long-term stay in the Throat. He can't help the smile that spreads across his face, as he'd been wondering whether the Mountain would remain with him only long enough for their child to become self-sufficient before returning to the Edge. Choosing a magic that will help the Throat, however, hints at something more lengthy, and that thrills the onyx beast right to his core. "That could be useful. In Tallsun especially, the vegetation is scarce within the Throat." That had initially been part of the reason why he disliked it so much when he joined, but it's now grown to be part of its innate appeal to him. Only the hardiest horses could survive in such conditions, and the foal of the Mountain and the Indomitable will grow strong under the scorching sun. Volterra glances between Isopia and the shrine, eagerly awaiting the Earth God's arrival even as his heart does hammer slightly faster than usual. |
[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]
