[private] sweetest thing; Brinly

[Isilya]

Part of Isilya knew that if she wanted to make a life in this new version of Beqanna, she was going to have to let go of the old one that haunted her memories. She wondered if it would be easier to move on if her family was around, if her only connection to them wasn’t in the memories of lands long since swallowed up and shuffled around. But, though she was magical, there was only so many things she could do – her powers had limits, after all. She couldn’t wish her family or her past into existence around her and, she knew, she shouldn’t try. She needed to immerse herself in this world, in the possibility of new friends and finding a new family that way. She already had the beginnings of one, already found friends who the mere thought of sent warmth and happiness through her that was unlike anything she had experienced in in the last few dozen years living on her own. Isilya’s magic found its strength in plant life, but her heart found it in the lives of others, in conversations and smiles. Which was why she had found herself back here, in the Meadow. She loved the Forest too, of course, but the Meadow was so delightfully open! She could see everyone here, or she liked to think that she could, and on a good day there are so many possibilities for new friends and conversations. Today, of course, as she arrives she can’t find a single soul. It’s early in the morning still, the word a hazy blue-purple as the sun just begins to crest over the horizon. Her golden points are dull in this half-light, their shimmer waiting for the sun to touch them before it goes on display. The woody vines that she sports in place of a mane and that trail down her back twist and coil, sprouting leaves and drooping pink flowers. In the absence of anyone to approach to say hello, Isilya absently plays with her magic. There’s plenty of grass and young spring flowers around her and she weaves together strands until they form small birds that swoop and dance in the air around her while she watches the sun rise. Surely all she needs to do is just wait a little while longer before a friend arrives! isilya

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@[Brinly]