yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
her purest of crystal and brightest of green
After a delightful meeting with Leliana in the meadow, Isilya was all too happy to accept her invitation to come to her home. It had taken a little while to get here, and she had to ask for a few directions along the way, but she was fairly certain she had the right place now. A big clue, of course, was the large volcano rising out of the earth.
The gold-pointed mare was still buzzing from the high of meeting another magician AND making a new friend so even though the trip had taken a while, she hadn’t minded one bit at all. Plus, it had been rather fascinating to travel – though also sad as well. Everything looked so different than the Beqanna she remembered and she had to wonder about these new lands and kingdoms that now made up the world. Were any of them the Dale renewed? Would she recognize the mountains and feel at home, even if everything else had changed? Just how significantly had the world changed?
Alright, so maybe she was buzzing with questions as well as the excitement about her new friend.
Isilya vaguely remembers borders being an important but difficult-to-determine part about living in a kingdom and hopes she hasn’t accidentally wandered right into the heart of Tephra and caused any tension.
She does not get far because she is stopped and is fascinated by the first lava flow she comes across. She stays way back, as curious as she is (and though she knows she could probably protect herself from harm). The sight of it makes her forget that she was going to send a messenger ahead to find Leliana and let her know she had arrived, or to see if the queen was even around.
The floral-maned mare has seen many things in her life and experienced a few, but this lava is beyond anything she had ever come across. Her world is meadows and forests – she simply never had the chance to be fascinated by something like this before and it reverts her back into a curious filly.
At least she’ll be easy for anyone to find.
’twas not her soft magic of streamlet or rill
oh! no, it was something more exquisite still