05-28-2020, 09:24 PM
When the white-faced mare presses the fact that Isilya would need to try really hard to make Lilliana believe it - the flower-adorned mare nods seriously to show that she understands completely. She wants it to be as funny as possible so she can be friends with both this mare and this Lilliana. “Okay, I think I can do that. I’ll just practice first!” If a joke is well-rehearsed that only makes it better, right? She hopes that she has at least a few days before she meets this Lilliana so she can come up with the exact right words to say to make someone believe that trees scream.
She thinks on it for a moment but her mind fails her - but that’s okay, because she’s talking to Neverwhere right now! Not Lilliana so there’s no need to pretend that being a tree wasn’t anything than absolutely serene.
The other mare blurts out her name - or what Isilya assumes is her name - but before Isilya can respond with her usual ‘it’s nice to meet you’ comment, she’s asked a question about her flower friends. She looks over to them and smiles, but does not call any of them closer just yet. “For company, mostly. I still feel a little out of place here. Partially because I lived as a tree for so long, but also the Beqanna I was born into was so different than the one that’s here now. My family is gone and I cannot force my four-legged friends to be with me all the time but I do love the company.” It’s not exactly the same as real friends, sure, but it must not come as a surprise to anyone that it does not take much to entertain and satisfy this shiny mare.
She takes the opportunity of the conversation to ask about the place she has heard in relation to Neverwhere’s name. “You’re from Nerine, right? I recognize your name from when someone was telling me that there had been a change in the leadership.” How long ago that was, though, Isilya can no longer remember - she’s never been good with time since it affects her so little. “What’s it like there?”
She thinks on it for a moment but her mind fails her - but that’s okay, because she’s talking to Neverwhere right now! Not Lilliana so there’s no need to pretend that being a tree wasn’t anything than absolutely serene.
The other mare blurts out her name - or what Isilya assumes is her name - but before Isilya can respond with her usual ‘it’s nice to meet you’ comment, she’s asked a question about her flower friends. She looks over to them and smiles, but does not call any of them closer just yet. “For company, mostly. I still feel a little out of place here. Partially because I lived as a tree for so long, but also the Beqanna I was born into was so different than the one that’s here now. My family is gone and I cannot force my four-legged friends to be with me all the time but I do love the company.” It’s not exactly the same as real friends, sure, but it must not come as a surprise to anyone that it does not take much to entertain and satisfy this shiny mare.
She takes the opportunity of the conversation to ask about the place she has heard in relation to Neverwhere’s name. “You’re from Nerine, right? I recognize your name from when someone was telling me that there had been a change in the leadership.” How long ago that was, though, Isilya can no longer remember - she’s never been good with time since it affects her so little. “What’s it like there?”
simple and sweet
Isilya
@[Neverwhere] look I replied within the same month!!