[open] baking with love

[Isilya]

Spring has come and Isilya is exhausted from what she’s been doing, but there’s a current of excitement. She misses her bird friends, and has even avoided changing out her flowers, just to put all of her energy into this… project. It will be worth it, she knows, to finally meet her child. She feels it when things begin to change, when they end. And the excitement completely takes over from her weariness. She stands before the tree, feeding it more magic to do what it can, what it will. With wide eyes already prickling with tears of joy, she watches as the roots unfurl and there, nestled peacefully, is a colt. The most beautiful colt she’s ever seen. He does not emerge immediately, and folds back away from the brightness of the world. She attempts to sway some of the leaves to block out the sunlight and make the transition a little easier. Some shift but, unfortunately, she just doesn’t have enough magical juice to help overly much. When he buzzes, a soft smile lights up her eyes and she can, at least, help with the little creature bothering him. With a gentle breeze, Isilya encourages the bee that frightened her son (her son!!) away to another flower. “Hello, Grove.” The name is carried on a gentle, sweet voice and she takes a small step forward - head lowered. “I’m your mom.” Her voice cracks on that last word and her smile is radiant. She does not encourage him to crawl out of the safety of his bed - he will come out when he is ready. And when he is, she will be here for him. soft and sweet

art by azagus

@[Grove]