02-06-2020, 09:09 AM
Her attention immediately goes to the other mare as soon as they are close, and Isilya pauses in her wandering in the hopes of a conversation. Although she hears the snort, she doesn’t really register it - she’s too busy flying high at the approach of someone else. Emotionally, that is - her wings stay glued to her sides (though they do flutter a bit in her excitement).
She does giggle at the words though. “I actually lived as a tree for a time! Just to see what it was like. Very relaxing.” Her eyes go a little distant with the fond memories for a moment - recalling how invigorating it had been to be physically connected to a whole forest.
Isilya’s daydreaming comes to a stop when she finally registers the expression on the mare’s face.
It has never occurred to her that someone might be unnerved by the rather overt display of her magic, but the idea distresses her. She does not want to cause even a bit of negative feeling in someone else! Her face falls and her voice is quiet when she speaks again. “If it makes you uncomfortable, though, I can stop.” As a test to see if it will make this stranger's mood lighten, the birds start giving the two mares a bit of a wider berth (making them ‘die’ always made the flower-girl cry and she is already currently trying hard not to do so). Then those dragonfly wings disappear, the vines shifting and absorbing back into the ones that decorate Isilya’s spine naturally. She could, of course, use some of her magic to give her an ordinary mane - but she has never done this before. She’s had these vines all her years - since birth.
She will shed them for a time though, if that means she can make a new friend here this morning.
She does giggle at the words though. “I actually lived as a tree for a time! Just to see what it was like. Very relaxing.” Her eyes go a little distant with the fond memories for a moment - recalling how invigorating it had been to be physically connected to a whole forest.
Isilya’s daydreaming comes to a stop when she finally registers the expression on the mare’s face.
It has never occurred to her that someone might be unnerved by the rather overt display of her magic, but the idea distresses her. She does not want to cause even a bit of negative feeling in someone else! Her face falls and her voice is quiet when she speaks again. “If it makes you uncomfortable, though, I can stop.” As a test to see if it will make this stranger's mood lighten, the birds start giving the two mares a bit of a wider berth (making them ‘die’ always made the flower-girl cry and she is already currently trying hard not to do so). Then those dragonfly wings disappear, the vines shifting and absorbing back into the ones that decorate Isilya’s spine naturally. She could, of course, use some of her magic to give her an ordinary mane - but she has never done this before. She’s had these vines all her years - since birth.
She will shed them for a time though, if that means she can make a new friend here this morning.
simple and sweet
Isilya
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