[private] sweetest thing; Brinly

[Isilya]

Although Isilya hears that there’s someone else nearby, that someone doesn’t immediately speak so the porcelain-white mare doesn’t immediately turn to look at them. She’s focusing on the birds of flower and grass instead, putting a little more swirl and dance into their movements now that she knows she has an audience. Though, she will admit, she does become so entranced by this game that when the voice finally does come, it gives her the tiniest of spooks. But she’s excited to no longer have to pretend that she’s not dying to speak to the mare who has approached! Her voice is kind and sweet when she speaks, though it is rarely anything else. “I ask very nicely.” She watches a few more of the birds fly around before turning back to her new companion, gold-and-green eyes alight with joy. With a gentle thought she sends a couple of them to spiral and dance around the bay mare. Her body soon follows, taking a few strides to bring herself over to where the mare stands. Her long white trails around her and the vines and wisteria flowers that serve as her mane shift slightly with her movements. “And a spark of magic helps too.” It’s a joke, of course, but there’s no sarcasm or even so much as a hint of any malicious intent – her voice is sweet and bright. She’s quite proud of herself for that ‘I ask very nicely’ line, to tell the truth, and there’s a part of her laughter that’s at her own joke. But, now that someone else is here, Isilya’s attention is drifting from the birds. They begin to settle back into the grass – still bird-shaped, but nesting and resting. Well, she can’t very well say goodbye to them now that she’s seen them dance, can she? “Do you like them?” There's a little hopeful lilt to her voice - though she tries not to be so obvious that a negative answer would be absolutely devastating. isilya

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