[open] peace is a bird who sings

[Isilya]

Accompanied by a couple of her fellows from Tephra, Isilya makes her way across Beqanna to visit Pangea. Although she could use her magic to teleport them there in the blink of an eye - she’s shy about using her powers on others and a little nervous that she might accidentally dump them all into a lake or the middle of a volcano if she makes a mistake. So they travel the traditional way. Unless stopped, Isilya would have kept up a companionable amount of chatter along the way - just enough to fill any potentially awkward silences and toeing the line between a friendly and annoying amount of talking. She does not say anything particularly important, but it helps calm her nerves. Especially the closer they draw to their destination. She’s relying on the older of her two companions to tell them when they’ve arrived, and pauses as soon as she is told to. She’s filled to the brim with anticipation, excitement, and a dash of fear - wondering what they’ll find. All she knows is that someone new has taken over this kingdom, and she’s very curious to discover whether they could be a new friend. Of course, she very much hopes so - and does not currently have the ability to consider any other possibility. It's a little past dawn when they arrive, the golden-pointed mare's favourite time of day. Her vines are decorated in roses of red and pink for this visit, ranging in large blooms to small rosebuds. A warm voice calls out from where she stands near the border, beckoning any residents who would like to say hi to come and do so.

image by Reitro

@[Aedan] @[Ryatah] @[Anaxarete] and anyone else from Pangea who would like to say hi!