someone new - Warlight

[Isilya]

Although Isilya has never been shunned (to her face) there’s a little part of her that expects it. She’s still not quite used to interacting with others that can talk back in the spoken language. So much of her life was spent growing as a tree or as various woodland creatures as she learned their languages. Plants just always seemed so much simpler, so much more constant, than the world of horses. But she is glad, so glad, that she has made a return. She is not bothered that the antlered mare’s smile does not match her own intensity (few do!) - it would be rather boring if everyone went around smiling the same way! And, just as she delighted in the fantastic antlers atop this new friend’s head, she warms at the sight of that small and cheeky smile. It has been a pleasure to discover that each smile is unique and Isilya has found cause to love all the ones she as seen to date. Her glowing flower-birds fly at a slow pace around them, keeping the two mares in their gentle green glow. Forming a small oasis in the darkness of the night. “It’s wonderful to meet you Warlight! Have you arrived recently? Or am I a worse queen than I thought and we simply have not crossed paths yet?” It still feels a little strange for the shimmering mare to refer to herself as queen (part of her still thinks of Leliana as holding the throne) but she’s beginning to warm to the position a little more each day. isilya

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