yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
her purest of crystal and brightest of green
Isilya feels dazzled, almost drunk, on these first few moments of her reunion with Leliana. It’s everything she’s wanted for so long, the first strong bond out of what she hopes will be many. And she wonders if it’s also something similar to what Leliana has said, how her magic is also happy Isilya is here. Is the roaring happiness within her not only her heart, but that magic singing in the presence of it’s twin? She thinks it must be possible – and her gold-green hazel eyes just shine with joy at the prospect.
The news that the fire-rivers aren’t everywhere and are contained sooths the worry in the gold-pointed mare. She perks up noticeably at the mention of areas where there is green as far as the eye can see.
“Show me one of those places.” Isilya requests with a gentle smile, gesturing subtly for Leliana to lead the way. It’s not that she’s really afraid of the rivers of fire, but she wouldn’t mind getting herself lost in one of those patches where there is nothing but green. Her heart yearns for it, no matter how often she spends time in forests. She’ll never get sick of how every single inch of a forest or a meadow is different than the last.
“You’ve done such a beautiful job breathing life back into this place.” She remembers Leliana’s offer for Isilya to come help her rebuild after a war had scarred the land. Isilya can feel the richness of the soil beneath her hooves if she focuses on it, whispering to her about how happy the plants are to be growing here, and she wonders if it has anything to do with the volcano.
The compliment is chased by a hesitant look that causes the rampant happiness to flicker a little bit. “Do you still need help?” She’s not sure why she feels shy about asking what she wants, what she hopes for – that this place, with Leliana, could be her new home. She could make friends, create a family to expand upon the one she has lost. Isilya isn't too sure where she fits in with this new Beqanna but she knows very well where she hopes she could fit in - but only if she's wanted.
And that, she realizes, is what scares her - that maybe one gardener is enough for this beautiful place.
’twas not her soft magic of streamlet or rill
oh! no, it was something more exquisite still
@[leliana]