[private] fell asleep inside a fantasy and woke up feeling lost, isilya

[Isilya]

Isilya

yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
her purest of crystal and brightest of green

The jungle of Tephra was alive and thrumming with life and Isilya felt it surging within her veins. In a short few years this kingdom had grown to mean so much to her. Perhaps she wasn’t the best queen, preferring to spend her days greeting newcomers and cultivating the flowers and trees that made this place a home, but so far she hadn’t heard anyone complain.

Like every day, Isilya devotes some time to wandering the border. Her “patrol” is simply the hope that she’ll stumble across someone to talk to, and more often than not lately she seems to be rewarded with a new face. So many visitors have been coming by lately. She dresses up accordingly today - wearing drooping flowers of warm pastel colours and dragonfly wings crafted from vines with shimmering rainbow membranes.

She wants to give the best first impression she can, after all!

Sure enough, she spots a pale mare standing near the edge of the jungle and without hesitation Isilya trots over with a bright smile. “Hello there!” She calls as she approaches before coming to stand nearby.

“Welcome to Tephra! I’m Isilya, can I help you with anything?”

’twas not her soft magic of streamlet or rill
oh! no, it was something more exquisite still

@[Casimira]