Stripped of her clothes, of her family and her triad, and finding herself running around in some kind of Dungeons and Dragons fantasy, it's easy to say that Isobel is far from happy with life right now.
Learning that she's not able to so much as move a feather - or in this case a pillow filled with them but same difference - and she's fairly livid. How dare they take away her birth gift from her mother and her people? A gift she's only recently come to truly embrace and cherish as part of her right in this world as a woman warrior.
She's wandered and asked questions and sought out as many answers as she can get while trying not to be obviously looking for others. But she misses them and she misses her life that she was just building for herself and so she's not in the best of moods even if she's trying.
So when someone asks about the Singularity, she lifts her head with a sharp look. "What I've heard if they're basically copying the gift I've had since I emerged and have somehow blocked me from using it on my own." She gives him a look. "You?"
Around the castle
Learning that she's not able to so much as move a feather - or in this case a pillow filled with them but same difference - and she's fairly livid. How dare they take away her birth gift from her mother and her people? A gift she's only recently come to truly embrace and cherish as part of her right in this world as a woman warrior.
She's wandered and asked questions and sought out as many answers as she can get while trying not to be obviously looking for others. But she misses them and she misses her life that she was just building for herself and so she's not in the best of moods even if she's trying.
So when someone asks about the Singularity, she lifts her head with a sharp look. "What I've heard if they're basically copying the gift I've had since I emerged and have somehow blocked me from using it on my own." She gives him a look. "You?"