deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light
The deeper she fell into sleep, the slower the flowers grew around her as her mind turned to other things. They weaved a bed around her but she was existing in another world entirely, falling so completely in her dream the way young minds can.
Isilya often dreamed of others, though since she did not know many others it was usually her parents that entered her dreams. So finding someone else, this dark mare, was an new sensation and though she did not see her at first, the filly knew that someone else was in the dream. She felt the dream shift, pulling her toward another location, and she did not resist. Upon finding her, she saw that the mare was a drop of night in the brightness of the day and as beautiful as the stars that twinkled in the darkness. There was no fear in dreamland, though the young filly had so far proven to be fearless in life as well. She didn’t know that there were things to be feared, she only knew the beautiful and the joyful.
Her mind reacting to the presence of the dark mare in the bright dream, more dark animals come to join them - all beautiful and chittering happily with each other. Some bright-eyed ravens, a black lion, a dog with a few specks of purple throughout its coat. They do not approach the pair of horses, but they linger in the background with the darker flowers that begin to bloom - adding depth to the haven that was created. When she was older, if she remembered this dream, she would know that her subconscious was welcoming the dark mare with these little changes - accepting her into the dream and changing it just slightly so that she was a part of it and not an intruder.
But the young Isilya believed this to be a dream, nothing more, though that did not lessen her joy at company. “Hello there!” She called out, moving forward towards this new character in her dream, and pausing before her - her short, white tail flicking behind her as she happily looked up. “My name’s Isilya. You’re very beautiful... are you a fairy?” The earth spirits that existed in her mother's world were often in many different forms - she had seen what her mother could do and it did not seem so strange that this dream mare might be one of them as well.
But she was young, after all, and did not analyze it too much.
Isilya
magical princess of katniss and tiphon
@[Camrynn]