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[Isilya]

Isilya

yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
her purest of crystal and brightest of green

Like during the eclipse, Isilya had done what she could to negate Gale’s presence. Unlike the darkness, it could not be solved by crafting birds out of lanterns. She had to settle with carving out a small portion of the jungle where the nightmares could not enter. Where they were turned away by her love and her happiness that she so easily radiated. It only worked within a certain range, and she had done her best to avoid the darker magician lest he try to snuff it out.

She was reasonably sure of her ability to elude capture but Isilya has never had to fight for her life before.

The shimmering mare is not the only warden of this jungle, and she smiles when she sees the other approach - glad to see Savior made it through the recent turmoil unharmed. The flowers that bloom down her spine turn to deep purples and rich reds, a joke with herself that she’s become fond of - decorating herself to match whoever she’s talking to.

The brightness of her expression fades to something softer at his question. “We’ll do what we’ve always done, Savior. We’ll protect what we can of our home.” There’s a small pause, where her green and gold gaze considers him. “Tephra will need a new ruler.” It’s a gentle, though not very subtle, nudge to get his thoughts on the matter. She’d been queen before and was more content with her current status as gardener and occasional life-coach.

’twas not her soft magic of streamlet or rill
oh! no, it was something more exquisite still

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