deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light
She did not feel endangered by the mare, did not pick up on the warnings that maybe she should get out of there. Of course, she was under no real danger - her magic would have protected her if something were to happen. Her only worry was for the older girl who reacted oddly to her presence, or two something, and backed violently away until she ran into a tree, stopping her retreat. Isilya’s brow furrowed with concern and she took a step forward before thinking better of it. Perhaps, given her state, it would be better to give this fractured-looking mare a bit of space. Maybe she just didn’t like to be around others! Isilya thought that she could understand that - her own mother kept to herself more often than not, breaking the habit for her daughter or for Tiphon.
Mostly, though, Isilya was raised by the Dale - not those that lived in it, the two before her represented the first that she had ever met - but the land itself. It nurtured her and taught her. She played games with the butterflies and raced with the foxes and it was ever her favourite thing to lay in the sunlight and dream of dark skinned fairies that talked to her of magic.
Now though, her attention rested with the two before her - this beautiful pair that shared her blood, that she had been called toward.
More accurately, this was when her attention was drawn to the male - Ramiel as he introduced himself. Joscelin and Ramiel! She smiled politely then, nodding her acknowledgement of this exchange of names. “It’s a pleasure to meet the both of you, I’m Isilya.”
He continued, asking her where her parents were and suggesting that she go and find them. What a silly thing to do! She had just been with her mother she did not need to go find her again, not until she felt hungry later on. But he had asked her a question and the little magician was too polite to deny him an answer. “My parents? They’re Katniss and Tiphon. But why would I find them when I have you two?” Innocence radiated from that smile as she looked between them, eager for friends and to be accepted. She wanted to help Joscelin, wondered if there was any way that she could. Perhaps they could create a salve that would cover up her hurt. Hundreds of possibilities, idea, kept popping around her mind as the flowers continued to pop around her hooves - crowding against her legs in their desire to be next to the little girl that shimmered in the sun.
Isilya
magical daughter of katniss and tiphon
@[Ramiel] @[Joscelin]