the heady perfumes of summer; squirt-pony

[Isilya]

Isilya does not often wander out of Tephra, for no reason other than she simply forgets to. The jungle kingdom has become such an integral part of who she is and what she loves, it is so easy for her to get lost among the trees and the gardens, the families and the other animals. Sometimes she’ll think about venturing out only to get distracted and then next thing you know a year has gone by. Today, though, she makes a point to go out and it is both exhilarating and - oddly - maybe a little frightening too. She adorns her vines today with orchids of vivid pinks and purples, their branches curving in luscious arcs from the vines that trail down her spine. Her bird companions are with her as well, though she’s left some behind to keep an eye on Tephra. They’re woven from grasses, thick waxy leaves, and each is a different type of flower. The two with her dance and weave through the grasses as she wanders along the river, eyes bright as she takes in absolutely everything she can. The sound of laughter from further down the river catches her attention and Isilya is drawn to it, drifting until she sees a young bay girl now standing in the shallows of the river and looking so perfectly at peace that Isilya debates whether to disturb her. But, though she does endeavour to be kind, the possibility of a new friend is just too much for the gold-pointed mare to resist. “A beautiful day for a swim, isn’t it?” Isilya says in her soft voice as she stands on the bank, sending her grass-and-flower birds to dance along the surface of the river. soft and sweet

art by azagus

@[Moonlet]