[private] sweetest thing; Brinly

[Isilya]

Patience is something Isilya has bounds of – she did live as a tree, after all – so she doesn’t focus on the slightly-long length of time it takes for the bay mare to answer her question. Instead she shifts her eyes away, giving the stranger time to sort through whatever thoughts were going on in her head. The fact that the bay mare was still standing here gave her reason enough to hope that eventually the question would be answered – and Isilya was in no hurry! It was a beautiful day, and she had beautiful company. One of the plant-birds fluttered a little where it was on the ground. Finally, though, she gets an answer and it sends a sunshine-bright smile through Isilya’s entire body, her expression lighting up so much it practically glowed. She forgets her manners and doesn't say thank you because a second later this new friend is introducing herself and the flower-mare is gifted another name and face to treasure. “I’m Isilya! It’s wonderful to meet you, Brinly.” So wonderful, in fact, that Isilya moves to close the gap between them – to bump her muzzle against the bay mare’s own. She would have gone even further, to wrap up this mare in a hug, but the movement was just a little too awkward for how they are standing so she’ll settle for a gentle bump for now. isilya

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@[Brinly]