[private] neverending nightmares - isilya

[Isilya]

Isilya

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

Little by little, Isilya is remembering how to interact with others and she’s learning to call Beqanna home again. She still feels strange, feels like an outsider, but things have been starting to shift. She’s made her first friend, after all - her first real, flesh and blood equine friend, and she could never imagine that her heart could have felt more light or full than it had all her life.

But it can. There’s so much more room in her to love so many more things that it’s astounded her.

So she’s on the look-out for more things to fill her heart with, more conversations, more friends, more of everything she has been missing in the years she lost herself to the forests and the trees. She wades slowly through the long grass of the meadow, the woody vines that make up her mind and braid down her back are adorned with her favourite plump wisteria blooms and they tickle her sides as she moves.

It’s chance that she drifts towards the mare standing on her own beneath the tree at first - until she sees a strange, white reptile moving among the leaves above. And then, suddenly, she’s got more to ask about than the usual ‘hey will you be my friend’ conversation she’s been rehearsing.

“Excuse me,” She’s come over here to ask about the dragon - because she’s never seen one before and she is absolutely fascinated - but she gets a better look at the chestnut mare and all thoughts of the dragon disappear. Well, okay, not all thoughts but they are pushed aside with ease.

The next words are spoken softly, as Isilya moves closer - her gold-and-green eyes sad as she takes in the image of a mare who looks as though she has lost all hope. “Are you alright?”

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

@[Najya]