09-23-2022, 11:02 AM
It is good to see a familiar face. Calming, in some small way. Reassuring, as much as anything can be reassuring. Iso has no way of knowing what has happened to all of Stratos. All she knew was what happened to her and those near her. The fact that they were okay felt like it should bring comfort, but not everyone in Stratos could control the wind. Were they able to escape, as Vilja had? "Those I could find were alright. I was able to help some escape, though I don't know about everyone else." Isogold says. Stratos is by no means a small kingdom, and that was by no means an average storm. She still doesn't even know what to make of it.
Vilja voices another concern, one that had been tugging at Iso as well, though she couldn't put words to it. And then, as if right on cue, small clouds begin to circle Iso's head. The only reason she knows this is because they dance in front of her eyes, moving in and out of her vision enough that she feels like she might be sick as Vilja comes into view and then is blocked again almost as quickly. Her sigh is audible, and she closes her eyes. "It seems we have half an answer," she says, defeat and resignation creeping into her voice as she says it. It just feels like far too much. Their home destroyed, magic gone haywire, stranded in a foreign land with their enemy all around them. "What do we do, Vilja?" She knows the practical answer to the question, of course. They find Timais. They find their people. They get somewhere safe. But how? It feels so herculean a task and she can barely even open her eyes for the stupid clouds that circle around her, leaving her blind in more ways than one.
@Vilja
Vilja voices another concern, one that had been tugging at Iso as well, though she couldn't put words to it. And then, as if right on cue, small clouds begin to circle Iso's head. The only reason she knows this is because they dance in front of her eyes, moving in and out of her vision enough that she feels like she might be sick as Vilja comes into view and then is blocked again almost as quickly. Her sigh is audible, and she closes her eyes. "It seems we have half an answer," she says, defeat and resignation creeping into her voice as she says it. It just feels like far too much. Their home destroyed, magic gone haywire, stranded in a foreign land with their enemy all around them. "What do we do, Vilja?" She knows the practical answer to the question, of course. They find Timais. They find their people. They get somewhere safe. But how? It feels so herculean a task and she can barely even open her eyes for the stupid clouds that circle around her, leaving her blind in more ways than one.
@Vilja