[open] baking with love

[Isilya]

Isilya watches, her exhaustion forgotten, as Grove takes his first steps into the world and out of the woven nest of the tree. Later, once he has outgrown it and she has the strength, she’ll return the tree to its original shape. But for now, she thinks, if he wants the option of returning there it will be available for him. The feeling that courses through Isilya upon hearing her son’s voice for the very first time is unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She thought she knew joy, even thought she knew love, but what is radiating out from her right now overshadows absolutely everything else. She steps forward carefully, her movements slow. Isilya wants to wrap him into a hug and never let him go but she keeps herself in check - watching for any sign of discomfort so she can correct. A very soft chuckle escapes her when he repeats her greeting as a question. “That’s you, my love.” She presses her shimmering muzzle softly to his forehead and whispers “Grove” into the multicoloured hair there. She pulls back and tucks her head in close to indicate herself, her hazel eyes bright and dancing. “Mom.” soft and sweet

art by azagus

@[Grove]