[open] back to your roots; any

[Isilya]

It’s rather immediate but Isilya already thinks she’s going to like this boy. It doesn’t take much, she knows, to win her over to the idea of a new friend but the warm smile that he gives back to her when he reveals that he doesn’t have anywhere else to go either makes her feel warm inside. That’s a connection! Another connection with another living, breathing, smiling creature! It charges her up and she just has to hope that her smile doesn’t start becoming manic. Or she doesn’t accidentally start making herself literally shine with happiness. She already glitters a little since her skin and points are gold. Even if Isilya was in charge of picking a name for him – she wouldn’t have come up with a better name for him than the one he introduced himself with. “Astrophel! What a beautiful name.” She exclaims with enthusiasm. It was a name thick with starlight, so that when she repeated it she thought of the night sky, of summer evenings and fireflies. It’s tempting to make that vision happen for them both, to truly fight off the winter with a little pocket of summer, but Isilya refrains. She’s never been one to use her magic for her own personal comfort, or to impress a new friend. She finds herself powerfully curious about him, but it wouldn’t do to blurt out the dozen or so questions that are bouncing around in her mind. So she just opens her mouth and hopes that what comes out isn’t nonsense. “Beqanna is so different from the one I knew when I was a foal, I’ve been feeling lost.” Isilya feels at ease in Astrophel’s company – he had already been warmly honest with her, it’s no issue at all for her to do the same. Her gaze flicks momentarily around the meadow, at the distant figures of the other horses. All of whom she imagines have a home, have a family. Though her gaze quickly slides back to him, that bright smile ever-present. “Though I feel a little better knowing I’m not the only one without a home.” soft and sweet

art by azagus

@[Astrophel]