deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light
Well! Wasn’t living just wonderful? Isilya was having a great time and her mother could barely keep up with her. Sometimes, Katniss just let the girl do what she wished - she wasn’t the sort of parent to hover, anyway. They had just shared a secret earlier today and Isilya felt as though she was bursting with love and joy - and it showed. Though she did not know why, she did not know how, but wherever she walked when she was in this good of a mood she left a trail of daisies behind her - brightly blossoming flowers that crowded in the lush Dale grass.
She just chalked it up to the magic of this place, of the mountains and the trees. She was too young to realize that the magic was coming from within her.
After the excitement of the morning, Isilya was on the hunt for a spot to nap. She found it before long, an isolated spot near a little pond. The young leaves of the birch trees rustled softly in the spring breeze, speaking nothing but warmth and love for the little vine-covered foal that sought a place to lie down.
Round in a circle she moved, three times, before picking her spot. Mother wouldn’t worry, Isilya would go find her again soon. After she napped - she looked forward to exploring more of the Dale and more of who her mother was.
Sleep came quickly to the little foal, as it does to all those that are at peace, with the butterflies being called to the daisies that still sprung up around her, weaving a bed of flowers for Beqanna’s newest magician.
Isilya
magical princess of katniss and tiphon
@[Camrynn] <3