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[Isilya]

Isilya is already smiling a bright, laughter-laced grin when she turns to look at who is approaching her, who’s laughter chased the words that broke the (near) silence. She doesn’t recognize him but there aren’t many she knows in this land yet – and that’s exactly what she’s hoping to change. She wants to learn every inch and every leaf, but every face as well. There’s a moment where she wonders if she should use her magic to cover him with his own set of flowers, but she brushes off the instinct. She’s still remembering how to interact with her own kind again, and there’s something in the back of her mind that tells her even harmless little tricks aren’t kind to play without permission. Fortunately, the dappled stallion introduces himself and the conversation shifts. There’s something youthful in the way Isilya brightens at the conversation, a restless sort of energy you normally see in foals and her responses burst out of her with excitement. She recognizes his name from the piece of history her friend had shared with her and she’s beyond thrilled at this little thread connecting her to this land. “Vulgaris! You’re Leliana’s husband, aren’t you? I’m Isilya, a friend of hers. We have… similar gifts,” A flick of a vine-wrapped tail to gesture to the flowers blossoming down her spine, just a touch of the magic that has been sparkling in her veins since birth. But enough, she thinks, to get the point across. “And she recently invited me to help her rejuvenate the gardens.” Her green-and-gold eyes shift then to look around them, at the lush jungle and her eyes shine with admiration as her voice softens with the same emotion, the same love for that new friend of hers. “Though she’s been doing a beautiful job all on her own.” soft and sweet

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@[vulgaris]