[private] wild things

[Isilya]

Isilya

yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
her purest of crystal and brightest of green

The pulse of magic from Isilya had almost been enough. There was a fraction of a second when Ripley was free and her eyes went wild with malice and she would have lunged for Isilya if her master hadn’t stepped in. So, instead, the xenomorph straightened up, stretching out her neck after being stuck in such an uncomfortable position. And then, for the first time in a very long time, she simply stood.

It wasn’t like she could graze, or think, or really observe anything. She might as well have been turned to stone.

Isilya, of course, believed that it had been her own magic to affect the creature and likely would have stepped even closer and continued to blabber away if someone else did not appear in that same moment.

She could have seen the bond between the mare and this creature, she could have picked up on the extra magical interference, but Isilya was lazy with her magic. It coursed through her, it affected her more than she could ever truly understand, but it had become such a part of her that she just, didn’t think about it. She didn’t pay attention to most of the things it could tell her.

But she does pay attention to the cool voice that rises in the forest and her gold-green hazel eyes flick over to the dapple mare that seems to have appeared out of nowhere. “Hello Ana! Gosh that’s so sad that they’re misunderstood, they’re really quite wonderful.” The golden-skinned girl casts a smile over towards Ripley, who merely blinks in response.

Although she’d be happy to peer through the darkness towards the alien creature, she’s equally as fascinated by this Ana who is bonded to it. “I’m Isilya! I’m so glad you guys keep each other safe! Does she get stuck often?”

’twas not her soft magic of streamlet or rill
oh! no, it was something more exquisite still

@[Anaxarete]