The absolute rush that Isilya feels when Astrophel admits that he would give anything in the world to see the Dale again, that it was his home too, nearly knocks her breath away. It is her turn to allow her jaw to drop. “Was it really?” Isilya asks in little more than a whisper as she lights up even more. Though she has no reason to doubt Astrophel’s truthfulness, and of course she does not think he is lying, the coincidence is almost overwhelming. She has been wanting so desperately to find a piece of her home in this new Beqanna and maybe… maybe it was in this new friend of hers. Someone else who remembered that beautiful valley and the mountains that surrounded it.
It’s so overwhelming that her eyes begin to swim with tears as he speaks about the mountains. She hears but does not focus on his description of the lands that exist currently – none of the names he speaks mean anything to her. She’s too busy trying to catch her breath from the reveal that they once, very possibly, shared a home. The happiness within her is just shouting until she think she may just start glowing from the inside out.
Although it is rude of her, just a little bit, she doesn’t respond to what he has just said about Hyaline, but instead reflects on something he said a moment ago. It’s a thought that causes the tears to stop welling, thankfully, otherwise she would likely have fallen to her knees.
“Who was your father? If you don’t mind me asking, of course.” She smiles sweetly, truly not meaning to pry or offend. But his wording got her thinking – their backgrounds, from what she can tell, are incredibly similar. She was also raised in the Dale by her father who had been ruling at the time.
Could they be siblings? The idea sends a mixture of hope and dread through her that she’s not capable of unravelling at this time so instead she just watches with curious, innocent eyes – wondering what the name he might speak could be.
soft and sweet |
