deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light
She felt drawn to them, though she was too young to understand why still. Ever since she was born strange things had been happening around her, to her. Flowers followed her where she walked, a pretty trail of bright white daisies and lush purple lupine trailing along behind her even as summer was fading into fall. Her mother said she was special, but even Katniss did not know the true extent of Isilya’s powers. It was a secret that the filly shared with her dream-friend, the dark fairy.
Sometimes, she would be walking along and nothing would happen - sometimes something would happen that scared her. She did not know how to control any of it yet - even when she tried to focus on the flowers that followed her, they usually ended up disappearing all together. So she just let them be, let the tendrils of magic that were snaking out of her touch the world as it would.
Today, though, something new happened. She had been running through the Dale on an adventure when she felt a tug on her so strong that it made her stumble to a stop. It was though her body (and indeed, it was her blood) was encouraging her in a direction, and not the direction she had been running in. Unable to fight the tug she followed the trail and at the end she found them, a boy and a girl. He was speaking as she approached cautiously, eyeing these older youths with her hazel eyes.
The wisteria growing out of the vines along her spine flopped as her head moved, looking between the pair. Why would the magic bring her here?
Whatever the reason, there was no need to stand here and be rude. “Hello there.” In her melodic voice she greeted them with a smile, neatly coming to a stand still as close to them as she dared - several feet away. The flowers, now with pale blue mingling with the white and the purple, continued to bloom around her hooves - but her attention was not on them. It was on this pair, for they were infinitely more fascinating. The girl looked fragile, so fragile that she had cracks all over her body. As though if Isilya were to touch her with the lightest of caresses she would completely shatter. “Are you hurt? My mama taught me some plants that can help with things that hurt.” Her voice was softer this time, recalling the words she had heard from the boy as she had approached. Did she need healing?
Isilya
magical princess of katniss and tiphon
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